Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 854

The reporters eyed him warily, their disdain palpable amid the throng of construction workers surrounding them. They pressed forward, relentless. "Mr. Lutz, why the evasion? When did your vendetta against Whitney begin? When did you start plotting your moves?

Whitney has already announced through the media that she's filing for divorce immediately.

Considering you're the one who cheated in this marriage, not to mention the domestic abuse, and with your Lutz Group facing difficulties from all sides, it looks like you don't stand a chance in this divorce battle. Will you respond to Whitney's lawsuit?"

"Back off! Shut up, all of you!

My Lutz Group won't go under, and Whitney can dream on about the divorce. That witch and Ludwik conspired behind my back, now they're after my money, and you lot are targeting me instead of them? You're all blind to the truth!"

Bryce's rage was palpable, his eyes, once gentle, now bloodshot with fury. His tirade was captured on camera, making him appear demonic to the onlookers.

The reporter retorted with a sneer, "Mr. Lutz, the evidence of your affair is overwhelming, and you still deny it? The video Whitney released has been verified by experts. It's real, not fabricated.

And we tend to believe the chairman of Hudson, Mr. Lutz. You seem quite obstinate."

Murmurs of disapproval rippled through the crowd of workers.

Bryce, frantic and cornered, glared at the reporter, yelling, "You're just a spy sent by Whitney, trying to smear my name! Stay away from me!"

"Oh my God, Bryce has no shame."

"Really, he's quite the actor. He was blasting Whitney online this morning, trying to rally his unsuspecting followers against Ludwik."

"He hasn't shown a hint of remorse, has he?"

From a distance, Zayne shook his head, "Mr. Lutz, you see! Thousands of workers here are waiting for their holiday pay. You were eager to launch the Sky-Surprise Inn project, aiming for big profits. You can't just pull your investment now; that's their hard-earned money!"

"I'm pulling my investment now! This is a Sheldon Group hotel project, go ask Whitney for the money to pay these workers, and give me back my investment!"

Bryce, losing all reason, attempted to storm off.

The workers were enraged.

Facing the prospect of losing their holiday pay, someone shouted, "Let's stop this greedy capitalist!"

"We won't let you take our money and run!"

"Domestic abuser, beat it!"

"Let's give Ms. Valentine some justice, throw eggs at him!"

The workers, fueled by anger, rushed forward, some throwing vegetables, others actually hurling eggs.

The reporters stepped aside, almost caught in the crossfire, watching in stunned silence.

"Bodyguards? Protect me, are you all dead?" Bryce was hit squarely by an egg, its yolk sliding down his face, blurring his vision.

The workers closed in, overwhelming the few bodyguards present.