The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 2292

This polygamous relationship exposed by the media dominated the search list for several days.

It seemed like it really had been paid for.

I looked at the titles on the list with relish. These paparazzi were not bad.

"President Lane, President Lane, there are many reporters outside who want to interview you." The assistant ran in with a worried expression on his face.

Shannon had also gotten up when she heard this. She stretched out her hand, motioning for us not to move. "I'll go meet them."

I stopped her the moment she was about to head out. "How can I not go out when I have an opportunity like this to be filmed?" I winked so that Shannon would feel relieved that I was there.

I straightened my hair and clothes. Thank goodness I dressed nicely today. I took out my phone and looked in the mirror. My makeup was fine.

"Let's go." I looked at the secretary and had her lead the way.

"Wanda, are you sure you want to face this by yourself?" Shannon still looked worried.

I smiled lightly and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I know what I’m doing."

"Those aren’t easy people to deal with. They’ll definitely ask you a bunch of questions. If you can't stand it anymore, let me know, okay?"

"Alright." I gestured an ‘OK’ sign to her. The secretary then opened the door, and I followed her out.

Head held high, I stepped forward. This was my self-confidence.

I had worked in an entertainment company, after all, so what could force me back?

These reporters were blocking the door so aggressively that the security guards the secretary called for could hardly stop them. They became even noisier the moment I appeared. I raised my hand. "I’ll allow interviews, but everyone, please be orderly. Otherwise, I won’t be able to hear your questions clearly.”

My voice was not loud, but as long as one wanted to hear it, it was clear enough.

They presumably thought I would blow up at the news.

Seeing how calm I was now surprised them.

"Is what you said true, or are you just covering up the truth?"

"If what the subject said is not the truth, how can your reports be considered the truth?" I looked at the reporter who asked that question with sharp eyes, and her expression changed drastically.

"Before this, you were reported to have bullied Harriet. How do you explain this incident?"

Sure enough, they still brought up this question.

I responded calmly. "It’s fake. What the paparazzi photographed that day was just one frame of the situation, not all of it. I’ll release the truth at the right time, so please wait!"