Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 870: Chapter 870: Rita is Prettier than You

“Miss Swift, there’s no need to impersonate Rita and participate in the competition in order to spread these songs. If you’re really Rita’s friend, you should tell everyone who the true creator of these songs is, instead of covering yourself in glory.” Xaviera Evans said casually.

Tracy Swift had lost her rationality and yelled indignantly, “I’m doing this to fulfill Rita’s dying wish. She’s already dead, and if it wasn’t for me, there would be no one listening to her songs, let alone winning the gold medal at the Star Music Festival.”

As soon as her voice fell, the originally calm live broadcast room was suddenly filled with swearing: [This person must have been kicked in the head by a donkey! Even if Rita handed over the songs to Tracy Swift before she died, it doesn’t mean she could take over Rita’s identity! She did such a shameful thing and she still has the nerve to say it’s justified?]

[At the beginning, when she was accused of impersonating Rita, she denied it to death. Now that the truth has been exposed, she says it’s to fulfill Rita’s dying wish. In my opinion, there’s not a single word of truth in Tracy Swift’s mouth! How could Rita be friends with someone like her!]

Seeing the swearing in the live broadcast room, Tracy Swift’s body shuddered violently, as if she could be blown down by a gust of wind. She tightly clenched her fists, her sharp nails digging into her palms, leaving bloody marks. She suddenly looked up and glared at Xaviera Evans with hatred, gritting her teeth and saying, “This is Rita’s dying wish, and as her only friend, I have a responsibility to help her fulfill it. What right do you people who don’t know Rita have to point fingers!”

Everyone lowered their heads, not refuting because they had never met Rita. If this was indeed Rita’s dying wish, it seemed like Tracy Swift hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Miss Swift’s words are really wonderful,” Xaviera Evans said with a smile, clapping her hands.

“It’s just a pity…”

Everyone’s eyes fell on Xaviera Evans, who narrowed her crescent-like eyes and said meaningfully, “Too bad Rita isn’t dead!”

Quiet, dead quiet. Everyone’s breathing seemed to stop as they stared with wide eyes, their shocked gazes shifting between Xaviera Evans and Tracy Swift.

Tracy Swift suddenly looked up, unable to control the anger in her heart any longer, and yelled with all her might, “Xaviera Evans! What nonsense are you talking about! Rita is obviously dead!”

Rita had not logged into her account for several years, and she had been impersonating Rita for such a long time without any reaction. Moreover, she had asked the dark web to investigate Rita’s identity, and they had said that there was no such person anymore.

“Who says Rita is dead?”

At that moment, the banquet hall doors slowly opened, and a refined elderly woman in her sixties entered. She walked confidently to the front of the crowd.

As soon as this woman appeared, all the musicians in the venue were excited, standing up and bowing, “It’s Mrs. Wenzel!”

David Bronte and other award presenters all came forward to greet her. The reporters then realized that the elegant woman before them was the legendary founder of the Star Music Festival, Mrs. Wenzel.

The reporters flocked forward, “Mrs. Wenzel, are you saying that Miss Rita is still alive?”

Mrs. Wenzel glanced coldly at the crowd, her icy gaze finally falling on Tracy Swift, causing her to shiver and panic in her eyes.

“So you’re the one who impersonated Rita to participate in the competition?” Mrs. Wenzel asked without mercy, her eyes full of undisguised disgust. To her, Tracy Swift was nothing more than a mere clown.

Tracy Swift stood there awkwardly, her throat seeming to be blocked, unable to say a word.

Mrs. Wenzel’s face darkened, and her voice slowly rose, “You thought no one would expose you by impersonating Rita’s identity when everyone believed she was dead? Unfortunately, your calculations went wrong. Rita is alive and well, and she’s younger and more beautiful than you!”

Tracy Swift’s face turned pale. She never expected Mrs. Wenzel to show up, and it seemed from her words that she was quite familiar with Rita.

“I didn’t impersonate Rita; I just wanted to fulfill her dying wish…”

“Shut up!” Mrs. Wenzel scolded, her gaze icy and sharp. “Do you honestly think you can fool me with that? Your little tricks, Miss Swift, are simply ridiculous in my eyes.”

Tracy Swift’s words were cut off, and she swallowed them back. She found herself unable to respond, afraid that if Rita was indeed alive and Mrs. Wenzel and Rita were close, her lies would crumble apart.