Remington grabbed the smartphone and hit y on the video.


    Cedric wasn''t wrong - Lizetta had only rushed back because of the mess Ynda found herself in. Ynda, that poor thing, always the bearer of good news and never the bad. If it hadn''t been for Hamilton spilling the beans to Lizetta, she would''ve been in the dark about the whole debacle Ynda was embroiled in.


    When Lizetta made it to Pine Vi, the ce was swarming with media vultures, all hoping to catch a glimpse of Ynda, who was effectively trapped in her own home. Reporters were camped out in the hallway, banging on her door relentlessly, when suddenly, a voice cut through the tension.


    "Move it, move it! Hamilton''s love life''s blown wide open. Seems he''s shacking up with a mysterydy, right here in this veryplex. Let''s get moving, we might catch them in the act. This is front-page gold, folks, the kind that keeps on giving for days!"


    "Seriously? Are we really this lucky?"


    "You bet. It''s all over the trending searches. Look it up if you don''t believe me. I heard Hamilton''s car was spotted heading this way. Let''s go, or we''ll miss out."


    Since his debut three years ago, Hamilton had been a major force in the industry, his poprity only skyrocketing with time. Ynda, still a budding star, couldn''t hope topete with Hamilton''s draw, especially with juicy rumors of a secret romance and cohabitation swirling around him. In an instant, the reporters who had been hounding Ynda''s doorstep scattered, fearing they''d miss out on scooping the bigger story. Those who couldn''t squeeze into the elevator dashed for the stairs.


    No sooner had they left than Lizetta emerged from another elevator and quickly knocked on Ynda''s door. Ynda flung it open. "Lizetta."


    Though she was bundled up, Lizetta could still make out the bruises marring her friend''s face. The memory of that video, with Mrs. Davis and her bodyguards barging in and striking Ynda, filled Lizetta with both pity and rage.


    "Archie managed to draw the media away. Let''s get out of here."


    Lizetta and Ynda shared a quick hug before heading to the elevator, which took them down to the parking garage. But just as they started to make their escape, shouts rang out.


    "That looks like Ynda!"


    "It is her, get her, quick!"


    Footsteps rapidly closed in on them as two groups of reporters charged their way. Lizetta hadn''t expected any reporters to have stayed behind. Instinctively, she stepped in front of Ynda to protect her.


    "Ms. Ynda, what''s your rtionship with Charles? Are you his mistress?"


    "Mrs. Davis ims you secured your roles through under-the-table deals. Besides the roles, what else did Charles give you?"


    "Thisplex doesn''te cheap. Did Charles buy this ce for you?"


    The onught of questions was relentless and unforgiving. Lizetta''s eyes were icy as she stood her ground.


    "What kind of questions are these?


    You''re basing all this on a clip that''s out of context. Have you even. bothered to verify any of it, or is it all just baseless usations about affairs and backdoor deals?"


    Lizetta was frantic, having signaled for her driver toe around, but for some reason, he hadn''t shown up yet.


    "Ms. Ynda, there''s a rumor going around that you''re carrying Charles''s child. Is it true?"Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    One of the male reporters reached out to grab Lizetta, trying to pull her away from Ynda. "Lizetta, you..."


    Ynda, worried for Lizetta''s safety, was about to step forward. But her face was bruised, and as someone


    still hoping to make it in the


    е


    entertainment industry, her image


    was everything.


    Lizetta stepped aside, shielding Ynda once more, her voice cold and firm.


    "This isn''t journalism; it''s nder and defamation. Back off! Otherwise, you''ll be receiving a letter from ourwyer by the end of the day!"