Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 68 Pity Card

In that instant, her heart was filled with immense vexation, and her reddened eyes overflowed with malevolence. It must be that b*tch Nicole! It must be her! She must have planned all this! Hell, she almost dragged me into the mud! Queenie trembled with rage, yet she couldn’t bring herself to say a word.

Meanwhile, seeing as the drama was over, the reporters, craving for more, hurriedly interrogated.

“Miss Anderson, as President Gardner’s fiancée, why are you here? Is there a secret relationship between you and Mr. Mann?”

“Yeah, Miss Anderson. Spending time in a room with a man alone and with your clothes undone. Have you broken up with President Gardner, or are you two-timing?”

insensitive remarks from the reporters felt like needles piercing through her skin. Despite her anger, she bit her lips and retained her sorrowful facade. She looked at the reporters with a face that screamed of pity. Accordingly, she raised her hand to wipe off her tears and spoke up as if she was a victim, stammering, “I don’t know either. I-I was drugged and brought here… And when I came to, things had already happened…

birthday party. I don’t think you’d want to look into such an irrelevant matter,”

the society would surely be outraged. Therefore, despite Colton’s words, the reporters were reluctant to

at them, Colton, standing up straight, continued, “Whatever it is that you recorded today stays here.” Right

mustered up the courage to question Colton, “So are you going to snatch them

that, Colton revealed condescension on his face as he shot him a piercing gaze, countering, “Do

in network technology. Even if they didn’t surrender their gadgets, they most likely wouldn’t be able to publish the contents. Besides, most of the media companies were affiliated with Gardner Corporation, and if the reporters were to upset the Gardner Family, things wouldn’t end well for their respective companies. Thereupon, the reporters who realized

that its presence alone resembled a monarch, while the relatively small media companies were as puny as an ant, and anyone