Chapter 41

The swarm of reporters exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with

sycophantic grins.

"Since it's Mr. O'Brien's request, we better oblige."

They quickly dispersed, not daring to linger or snap any sneaky photos. Who was Haynes O'Brien? Anyone who dared to cross him wouldn't last long on this turf.

Once the reporters had cleared out, the air turned eerily still and cold.

Haynes glared at Stella, nestled in another man's arms, his eyes dark and his presence chilling.

He parted his thin lips, uttering two cold words. "Get down."

Stella felt uneasy being held by someone she barely knew. With all the rumors surrounding her, she was determined not to drag Neville into her chaotic situation.

"Please, put me

Haynes' menacing glare. "No can do. Your

glass, exuding a frosty aura. He spoke coldly, "Stella, I'm telling you

and Stella had rarely seen such intensity in him. At the moment, his expression was

eyes grew even more terrifying. He took slow, deliberate steps toward them and reached out, ready to pull

but with Stella in his hold, his

a swift motion, Haynes yanked Stella from Neville's grasp. With a firm grip on her

searing pain shot through Stella's sprained ankle, making her wince.

Neville as he spoke with

smile. "I believe I'm the one who should be

arrogantly, "You think you have

not up to you. What

turned his gaze to Stella, his voice gentle. "Star,

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