Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love

Chapter 88 Smash Them

Outside

“Smash their equipment!”

The moment the female journalist heard Elliot’s commanding voice, the image of a face she’d seen in a business magazine flashed through her mind.

Elliot Andrews!

It was Elliot Andrews!

The distinguished head of the Andrews family, the esteemed Mr. Andrews!

Caught off guard and still reeling from the realization, the journalist hadn’t even recovered when her camera and other equipment were abruptly confiscated. As she reached out to reclaim them, she met Elliot’s icy gaze and felt as though she had plunged into an ice cave.

In that moment, she understood why almost everyone was so eager to leave.

It was because of Elliot!

Who would dare risk their lives to report on his affairs? Only those with a death wish!

Rooted to the spot, the journalist shivered.

While stories of his romantic escapades were certainly newsworthy, she lacked the courage to confront him. She didn’t dare attempt to retrieve her confiscated equipment. Her heartbeat accelerated with anxiety.

Just as her tools teetered on the edge of being destroyed, Elliot’s voice rang out once more, this time sounding almost celestial. She felt a momentary relief, grateful that her gender might spare her from further difficulties. However, Elliot then instructed, “Don’t smash them here. Take them outside.”

subdued group and ordered, “Ask Kaden to find out which news agency they’re from and shut it down immediately! And tell all the journalists who had left earlier to delete their photos if they know what’s good for them.”

jelly, overwhelmed by the gravity of the

of the news agency?

was that

recognize you. Please, don’t hold

13:01

1

O

Smash Them

Elliot remained silent.

compounded by the unsettling fact that Corynn had been drugged the previous

direct affront had further offended

they won’t get out!” The female journalist managed to

to his feet, someone draped a night robe over his shoulders.

tied the robe and strode towards the

him with a flicker of hope in her eyes. “Mr. Andrews, I assure you the photos will never be leaked. I’ll

here?” Elliot

on my phone saying there was a woman who looks

her phone, found the message, and showed it

to look at Kaden, his tone

noted down the number, and immediately had someone trace it.

can we go now?” the journalist asked cautiously.

in response, “When did I say I would let you go? I

stay.”

photos voluntarily if he weren’t Elliot Andrews?