After Divorce, She Became a Global Sensation and Won't Forgive Her Groveling Husband and Son

Dennis Warren feigned composure. "It’s just a packet of ice jelly powder. You’re blowing this way out of proportion. Are you writing a novel or something?"

"You must have found my ice jelly powder, so you made up this story to make me take all the blame!"

Jacobs couldn’t stand it anymore and defended Sophia Shaw loudly. "What are you talking about? Our boss would never do something like that!"

Sophia Shaw wasn’t the type to take her anger out on the person who delivered a phone just because Old Master Sloan fell down the stairs. She wasn’t that petty.

Dennis Warren was defiant. "It’s perfectly clear what happened. You’re the ones who are blind! I’m telling you, don’t be stupid and follow her. You won’t even know what hit you when she gets you killed one day!"

Sophia Shaw never schemed against people.

Jacobs and the engineers all knew it.

’But why would Dennis Warren do this?’

Sophia Shaw remained unfazed by Dennis Warren’s provocations, her voice calm.

"You don’t just have the ice jelly powder. You’ve also started the process of going abroad."

"And you just bought a house in the largest city in Solara, paying in full. A house in that location costs at least ten million. You’re a recent graduate, only out of school for six months. Where did you get ten million?"

Dennis Warren stared at Sophia Shaw as if he were seeing a ghost.

’He thought Sophia Shaw merely suspected him, but she’s already investigated this much?’

This information left Jacobs and the other engineers reeling.

Only one thing was clear: Dennis Warren was acting on someone else’s orders!

Money makes the world go ’round.

Ten million. It was too tempting!

And as for who instructed him—who tempted him—there was no need to guess.

"Demons! They’re demons!" Jacobs cursed, furious.

His eyes grew red.

’To risk a person’s life for their own selfish gain... These people deserve to die a thousand deaths!’

The engineers clenched their fists.

Their eyes were filled with hatred as they stared at Dennis Warren.

’Selling your conscience for ten million. Are you even human?’

"Dennis Warren, the evidence I have now is enough to make you the prime suspect. NASA won’t let you off the hook, either. You can imagine what’s waiting for you."

"You might not just lose that house, you might lose your life."

Sophia Shaw’s voice was soft.

But every word, every sentence, pushed Dennis Warren deeper into an abyss of despair.

Panic slowly crept into Dennis Warren’s eyes.

He knew Sophia Shaw wasn’t bluffing.

Old Master Sloan was NASA’s most important figure in rocketry. If the local police couldn’t bring the suspect to justice, NASA would find other ways to deliver punishment.

"Was it really worth it? Becoming someone’s scapegoat for ten million?"

Sophia Shaw stared at him intently.

’Was it worth it?’

Dennis Warren didn’t have the courage to meet her gaze. The fingers hidden in his sleeves dug into his palms as he tried to calm down, but he couldn’t stop shaking.

’Ten million... He could never earn that much in his entire life.’

’But what’s the point if he loses his life?’

’He was still so young. His life was the most important thing...’

Sophia Shaw pointed to the police car pulling in outside the window. "I’ll give you one last chance. Walk out there and turn yourself in. Confess everything, and you might get a reduced sentence. You can start over after you get out of prison."

"Of course, you can also have the police come in and let them investigate everything. You’ll spend more time in prison, and even after you’re released, you’ll be blacklisted by Lead Aerospace for life!"

’There’s no need to go easy on wicked people!’

THUD!

Dennis Warren’s knees slammed onto the floor.

「Joanna Sherman and her party left through the back door with the help of hospital staff.」

The Sherman Residence was surrounded by reporters, so they couldn’t go back.

Yvonne Sherman and Chad Jennings had no choice but to take her to Sharon Sherman’s house.

They had been more humiliated in the past few days than in their entire lives. The three of them looked utterly defeated.

Chad Jennings deliberately straightened his clothes, smoothed his hair, and said to the two women in the car, "Don’t worry. Once we get to Sharon’s place, no one will bother us."

"You two should get some proper sleep. I’ll have Brian and his wife whip up something nice for you to eat so you can get your strength back."

Yvonne Sherman was also exhausted and nodded.

"Joanna, have Sharon change into your clothes and come out to get us. That way we can avoid getting surrounded by reporters again."

Joanna Sherman dialed Sharon Sherman’s number.

She tried several times, but no one answered.

"What’s going on?"

Sharon always used to pick up on the first ring whenever she called.

Joanna Sherman impatiently tossed her phone aside.

Yvonne Sherman was also displeased. "That Sharon is getting more and more inconsiderate! I’ll have to tell Selina to teach her a lesson!"

Frowning, she dialed Brian Sherman’s number herself. "Brian, tell Sharon to come out and get us!"

Brian Sherman’s side sounded chaotic. He said, "Yvonne, she can’t come out right now!"

"What do you mean she can’t come out?"

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP...

Brian Sherman actually hung up on her!

Yvonne Sherman’s face went cold with rage, her eyes flashing with a vicious light.

’These relatives are becoming more and more useless!’

Brian Sherman hadn’t lied to Yvonne Sherman; Sharon Sherman really couldn’t come out.

At that moment, the family stood on their rooftop, sighing. Sharon Sherman was crying so hard she could barely breathe.

"How could they do this? It’s too much!"

Sharon Sherman pointed in the direction of Yancy Shaw’s house, her red-rimmed eyes filled with despair.

Yancy Shaw had installed a massive screen at his house.

The screen was bigger than the giant billboards she’d seen on the highway—the kind you could see clearly from miles away.

It wasn’t playing anything else—just a video on a constant loop of Sharon Sherman leading a group in a cheerleading routine at Zenith.

In the video, she led the cheer, shouting: "Congratulations, congratulations! Amazing, amazing! Joanna Sherman is the best in the world!"

It had been on an infinite loop since last night.

Her own shouting filled her ears, and it felt like her heart was being torn to shreds over and over!

When the Shermans had chosen their houses, they had specifically picked a location directly opposite the Shaw Family, with their other relatives forming a semicircle that boxed them in.

At the time, it was for the convenience of bullying the Shaws. Now, it had become their own nightmare.

It wasn’t just Sharon Sherman. The other families were also forced to face that screen at all times.

Their daughters were also among the dancers.

Before, they had danced joyfully. Looking back now, they all looked like a bunch of complete idiots!

That screen from the Shaws was just too eye-catching. Many residents came over specifically to point and stare at the Sherman children on the screen.

"How can these people be so clueless? They don’t even know the rocket launch failed."

"They’re just a bunch of idiots, I tell you!"

"What a public disgrace!"

Sharon Sherman always used her connection to Joanna Sherman to look down on everyone in the neighborhood.

And because they had gotten their villas through Vincent Grant’s connections, she felt incredibly proud and boasted about it to anyone who would listen.

Quite a few people in the neighborhood couldn’t stand her.

Now, seeing this video, they were all laughing at her.

"She’s always bragging, praising her cousin to the high heavens and acting so high and mighty. I bet she can’t even do first-grade math!"

"Both satellites blew up, and she’s celebrating? For a brain-dead moron like her, her cousin is being nice by not killing her!"

"Thank God my son wasn’t interested in her. Marrying an idiot like that would ruin the next generation!"

"..."

Seeing more and more people gathering, all of them pointing and gossiping, Sharon Sherman felt like she could just die.

After everyone finished commenting on Sharon Sherman, they started cursing Brian Sherman and Selina Zelia.

The two of them were as bad as their daughter when it came to bragging, acting like they were royalty and ordering everyone around.

The people in the villa complex had put up with a lot of grief from their family.

The other Sherman relatives couldn’t escape the ridicule either, but compared to Brian Sherman’s family, their misdeeds weren’t as glaring.

So while they were also being bad-mouthed, it wasn’t nearly as severe.

But they didn’t have the face to come out either. They all kept their doors tightly closed, covering their faces when going in and out, like rats scurrying across the street.

"Dad, Mom, what do we do now?"

Sharon Sherman asked, stomping her foot.

The other families could at least look away; if they didn’t want to see it, they just had to avoid looking in that direction.

But their house was directly opposite the Shaws’. There was nowhere to hide.