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.”

which news agency they’re from and shut it down immediately! And tell all the

this, the journalist’s legs turned to jelly,

of the

that possible?

my fault. I didn’t recognize you. Please, don’t hold this against

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Elliot remained silent.

been fueled by the disruption of his sleep, compounded by the unsettling fact

had further

all the photos right now. I promise they won’t get out!” The female journalist managed to break away from the grip of a guard, rushed to the door, and

draped a night robe over

robe and strode towards

looked at him with a flicker of hope in her eyes. “Mr. Andrews, I assure you the photos will never be leaked. I’ll stay silent about today’s events. Can you let

here?” Elliot inquired sternly.

text on my phone saying there was

out her phone, found the message, and showed

Elliot turned to look at Kaden, his tone icy.

promptly took the phone from the female journalist, noted down the

now?”

you go? I gave

stay.”

the photos voluntarily if he weren’t