We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

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?

shiver down his back, making him feel like he was

journalist, and I know about that news. I can show you my camera and press credentials if you

about to search for him, Gareth took the lead and did it himself, finding his press credentials and a small

name 'Felix Quay'. His claims seemed valid—he

audacity. They would go to

Elisa had considered letting him go. Then, her attention was caught by a flickering red light in his pocket. Swiftly, she retrieved it—it turned out

circulate

crushed the recording pen right before his eyes and confiscated the

didn't mince his words, "F*ck

to capture a few snapshots discreetly. Still, he never expected

in a sticky

and a woman brandishing a lethal silver

Elisa nor Gareth making a move against him, Felix swiftly scrambled to his feet and foundering away in