Mr Billionaires Secret Baby

Chapter 90

“And what would that be?” | raised a quizzical brow at her.

| was beyond ready to hear her offer a solution to this terrible situation if it mean that it would get these leeches of of me and out of my life.

Lucy glanced again below at the vultures just as they tried to corner Herriet from H.R but she had made a narrow escape.

“Give them an explanation or, at the very least, answer their questions. That is all they want. Some sort of information to calm their racing minds and, besides, once you officially speak about this then no rumours would be entertained as ferverently as they are being received now. People of sense would conclude that you've spoken out about it and that would be it.” She explained and | thought about it for a moment.

It isn’t like | could avoid them forever. | mean | have tried that for the past two weeks and nothing. If anything, it had only served to make the situation worse because these people were not about to back down until they got what they wanted.

“| guess you have a point.” | said heavily dreading going down there and dealing with the outrageous misconceptions that | would have to clean up.

Lucy winked at me before straightening her posture. “Of course, | do.” She said proudly before leaving my office and probably the building itself.

Most of the employees had left by now and it was why the reporters had been flocking at the front door for the last half an hour to try and bother them.

l inhaled deeply before striding out of my office mustering every ounce of courage that | could to go down there and deal with the paps. | knew | had to be careful in regards to what | said because even the smallest slip up could bring about another smallest slip up could bring about another disaster. | couldn’t help but imagine what Dante’s opinion on all of this had been.

The second that stormed out through the front doors, the crowd of reporters began surrounding me before they even knew that it had been me. It was just proof of how they were willing to proof of how they were willing to trap just any one in hopes of getting some sort of

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dirt. When they had seen it was me, the person the were actually after, they began

to send their cameras flashing wildly and | blinked several times as it hurt myNôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

eyes.

| held my hand up to stop them. “Please, stop it. | am here to answer your questions.” | shielded my face and the cameras came to a halt. “But only if you all

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act in a civil manner.” | warned.

They had settled down and the flashes stopped. When | felt like it was safe to lower my hand from my eyes and was met with many recorders right in front of me and cameras still held in position just not flashing away... yet.

“Is it true that you are Dante Crawford are in a relationship?” A red head who looked like a hippie asked boldly.

| sighed then looked right at her. “No, that is not true at all. He and | are subordinates. We have a professional relationship for a while now and that’s about it.” | said firmly but added a smile at the end when | was done speaking.

“What about Scott Vanderbilt? He was seen leaving the Croxley House Fundraiser looking defeated and whispers say it is because of you.” A pot bellied man shoved a mic in my face and | had to swallow my irritation before responding.

“| do not know what had caused the early departure of Mr. Vanderbilt that evening but as the newest investor to Luxe Inc. | can assure you all that there is no tension whatsoever.” | had enough time to take in a breath before another question was thrown my way.

“Do you think Mr Crawford and you could potentially develop a relationship outside of business? Many believe that that has already occured.” An olive tanned woman in the brightest sweater | had ever seen spoke in the most entitled way possible and while | didn’t particularly like any one here, | really didn’t like her.

“No comment. If people already believe in assumptions then me saying otherwise wouldn't make any difference.” | said ina snarky tone. The reporter’s nostril twitched and | knew she didn’t like me but | didn’t care either.

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“You and Mr Crawford were previously married for a few years.” A reporter at the back announced rather too loudly for my liking. “Was the Croxley House. Fundraiser a step in the direction of reconciliation now that Pheobe isn’t around?”

The audacity of these people. Had the no care for people’s personal life that they felt so entitled and free to question about every and any sort of information their hearts so wished to ask.

“That is a stu pid question.” | said bluntly letting them all know that outrageous questions will not be responded to.

| might have answered a total of 5 additional questions and | drew the line when it was venturing too close to Dante and Pheobe. My temper was growing short and knew that it was time for me to cut it before | snapped at them and their entitled

questions. That would only lead to further complications and | didn’t want that. At the end of it, the reporters were happy to leave me be giving me the freedom to be

on my way.

| just hoped that this was the last of the craziness to last and that | wouldn’t find a bunch of other reporters camping on my lawn when | returned home.

By the next morning, video footage and headlines about the small interview that | had given had already been printed and aired. Da mn, they worked faster than | had thought they would.

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