No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Gareth's face contorted with a frown as he pressed the intruder, demanding harshly, "Who put you up to following us?"

Elisa could discern from the person's physique that it was a man. Yet, since Gareth had posed the question, she decided to let him handle the situation while she observed from a distance.

Pinned down beneath Gareth's weight, the man whimpered, "N-No one... I'm here on my own. I thought I could snap some exclusive photos of the two of you to boost my online presence. Nobody sent me..."

Neither Gareth nor Elisa found his explanation convincing.

How could he have followed them so methodically if nobody had instructed him?

Elisa noticed Gareth was on the brink of resorting to force, so she quickly gestured, signaling him to stop. Gareth complied.

The next instant, Elisa revealed a silver needle in her hand, a chilling smirk on her lips. "Since you're a journalist, I'm sure you're familiar with the recent news of a neurologist who murdered his wife with a needle, aren't you?"

The man's spine tingled at Elisa's words. He was a journalist, and the news she mentioned had caused quite a commotion. How could he not be aware of it?

back, making him feel like he was facing a venomous

a journalist, and I know about that news. I can show

revealing an ordinary-looking man in his twenties. Just as she was about to search for him, Gareth took

looked closer at the man's press credentials and read the name 'Felix Quay'. His claims seemed

their audacity. They would go to extreme

by a flickering red light in his pocket. Swiftly,

stories were to circulate within

before his eyes and confiscated the memory chip as

didn't mince his words,

he never expected to

found himself in a

woman brandishing a

Gareth making a move against him, Felix swiftly scrambled to his feet and foundering