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 out for

sharp sting cut through the noise, grounding her. Behind her, Nolan

head. She heard the smack of

climbed onto

of you!"

Chaos immediately broke out.

two intruders. Others slipped free. One fan lunged for

voice cracked through it: "You're going to pay

spotlight and shattered the bulb.

Her shoes slid on the egg-soaked floor. Security finally pushed

the curtain.

back just before she slipped into the

Nolan barked, his own suit covered

wall, breath heavy, heart hammering. Her thoughts

Sleeping pills. Cassandra Sarano

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Her eyes narrowed.

had always

And this?

felt like another

her head low se Nolan pulled her down the side corridor. Their footsteps echoed against the concrete floor Behind them

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

you deny pushing

do you say about the

is she not strong

retaliation

in front of her "Clear

However, no one moved

chest. A boom mic bumped her shoulder. Maria tried to push past

you justify

you aware Cassandra was

team continue the filing after she begged

was

floor beside

her again, shielding her as best as he could. Two junior associates flanked them, trying to widen the path. It didn't help.

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

the woman who helped

showed a picture of Cassandra's smiling face-one of the press kit images from

"Why won't you say something?! Say

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