"Was Fletcher''s audition tape filmed at your audition site, or was it reshotter to cover up your own agenda?"


    "L, if you don''t rify these things, should we assume you implicitly agree with these ims?"


    "Why is Terry helping you so much? Is there something inappropriate between you two?"


    "If your rtionship with Fletcher is legitimate, why are his fans intercepting you?"


    "Also, did you break up with Dorian because you fell for someone else? Now that you''ve lost your cash cow, are you aiming for Fletcher instead?"


    The reporters bombarded her with distorted and spective questions, passing the microphone past Terry and holding it up to L through the car window.


    L listened to the interrogation without any expression, as calmly as if she were listening to someone else''s problems.


    Terry looked at her with some concern. With all these people surrounding them, he didn''t really have a good way out.


    She gave him a reassuring smile. "Let me out. These people won''t act recklessly."


    They were not like those crazy fans; they understood the consequences of making a move.


    She opened the car door and got out. Though she was wearing a hospital gown, it couldn''t conceal her exceptional presence. Her delicate face and the hint of aloofness in her eyes made her appear even more ethereal and cool, like a flower blooming in a snowfield, pure and solitary in the world.


    The surrounding reporters quieted down noticeably. They exchanged nces and then unanimously extended their microphones toward her, waiting for her response.


    "As for Fletcher, our rtionship is clear. The audition footage is real, and many people witnessed it. His talent is unquestionable, and ourmunication was simply the normal interaction between director and actor."


    The male reporter shouted, "What evidence do you have to prove what you''re saying is true?"


    Terry almost punched him. "How do you know it''s fake?"


    "Aren''t there photos online?"


    L coldly nced at him. "So, if we took a photo together now, would you im that you and I have a special rtionship?"


    The man paused, then retorted, "That''s just arguing in bad faith. You''re twisting the facts."


    "How do you know that the photos of me and Fletcher aren''t distorted facts?" "Where''s the evidence? Everything needs to be supported by evidence."


    She let out a briefugh. "Evidence? Of course, I have evidence."


    She took out her phone and opened a video from the dashcam on her phone, showing the scene when she met Fletcher that day.


    Someone had taken a photo, iming she was acting recklessly by secretly meeting him. The man froze momentarily before loudly retorting, "Maybe this is all part of your n, and you want..."


    Before he could finish, an eerie silence fell over the crowd.


    "What... What''s going on? Do you people really believe her lies? This must have been Fletcher being forced to cooperate with her so that she could clear her name. You''re disgusting!"


    But after he said that, no one responded. Everyone cautiously looked behind him.


    Even L''s usually calm expression softened slightly with surprise, a touch of gratitude, and a hint of injustice if one looked closely.


    The man suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Slowly, he turned around.


    What he saw was a tall, well-built figure. A handsome face that


    betrayed no emotion. The


    well-tailored ck suit made him look even moreposed and deep, exuding a mysterious aura like a divine being descending to Earth. Cóntent


    His eyes were deep and


    unfathomable, like the abyss of the sea, evoking both awe and a hint of fear. He was like a born king, surrounded by a powerful air that made one instinctively want to submit.


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    Kieran''s cold gazended on him. "Who did you just call disgusting?"