Lovely wife 224

Tomatoes and Eggs

The murmurs started in waves. Phones lit up. Thumbs moved fast. Maria could see it before she even heard it-a change in the room's atmosphere. The press row on the left turned into a sea of whispering mouths and shifting glances.

Then someone shouted, "Is it true?"

Another voice broke in, louder, more desperate. "Sarano's been hospitalized?"

"What happened?"

"Was it an overdose?"

The word stuck like a blade. Maria's stomach dropped. Her fingers went numb around the folder in her hand. Cassandra Sarano was in the hospital?

Almost immediately, the moderator stepped forward, lifting his mic. "Please-

"Sleeping pills," someone said. "It's trending already. Multiple sources say she took an entire bottle-

"-found unconscious in her penthouse. It's confirmed!"

The press went into a frenzy.

"Ms. Alcaraz! Did you know she was in this state?"

"Was this triggered by your lawsuit?"

"Isabella Rossi pushed her too far-is that your position?"

Maria tried to raise her voice. "No statement-please, we will confirm details once verified-

"Are you saying this isn't real?"

A flash from the left. A reporter's mic was thrust toward her. Another camera followed, nearly hitting her shoulder Then a woman from the back screamed, "You people drove her to this!"

Security immediately shifted forward, but they weren't fast enough. The back barrier collapsed.

Five-no, six individuals in fan gear pushed into the conference area. Shirts with Cassandra's name. Bracelets. Phone cameras are already recording. The first one hurled a tomato that burst against Nolan Reeve's chest. He jerked back, stunned.

Then another came flying. It hit Maria square on the side. Her blazer instantly soaked with thick, acidic pulp. "Stop!" the moderator yelled. "Security!"

Eggs came next. One splattered on the table beside the podium. Another struck a Horvath junior counsel in the cheek. He went down hard.

"You think we're stupid?!" one of the intruders yelled. "You silence her, then throw lawsuits at her?!"

was crying

Maria's ankle. The sharp sting

another object flew past her head. She heard the smack of a chair falling. Tripods clattered.

onto

because of you!"

Chaos immediately broke out.

free. One fan lunged for the mic

voice cracked through it: "You're going to pay for what you did

phone. It hit a spotlight and shattered the bulb. Sparks snapped as the

back, pulled by Nolan. Her shoes slid on the egg-soaked floor. Security finally pushed a path

the curtain.

her back just before

his own

against the wall, breath heavy, heart

Sleeping pills. Cassandra Sarano was

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Her eyes narrowed.

had always

And this?

like another

concrete floor Behind them the holes from the press room was sill erupting-shooting objects

hallway filled with people. Cameramen Reporters. Some wore badges. Others didn't. A

you deny pushing her

do you say about

now? is she not strong

legal retaliation or emotional

stepped in front of her

However, no one moved

A boom mic bumped her shoulder. Maria tried to push past but was blocked by a woman waving a phone

you

aware Cassandra

the filing

shouting. "This was planned, wasn't it? You

egg splattered on the floor beside

placed his arm in front of her again, shielding her as best as he could. Two junior associates flanked them, trying to widen the path. It didn't help. Phones hovered inches away from Maria's face. Some people were filming vertically. Others live-streaming. She could hear their

"She's here. That's her."

is the woman who

face-one of the press kit images

elbow. "Why won't you say

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