Lizetta, seizing the opportunity to wield the power of a fox borrowing the tiger''s strength, didn''t hesitate for a moment.


    Whipping out her phone, she calmly switched on the video recorder and aimed it at the reporters before inquiring, "So, tell me, who sent you guys?"


    "Miss, nobody sent us here. We''re all professional entertainment journalists. Interviewing Ms. Ynda is part of our job. If we''ve offended Ms. Ynda in any way, we''re willing to apologize," one of the reporters tried to exin, his voice quivering under the icy gaze of Remington.


    Lizetta, focusing on the tallest and leanest among the reporters, who had been particrly aggressive earlier, couldn''t help but let out a soft chuckle.


    "You''re telling me that as professional entertainment journalists, you''d pass up the chance to dig into a top-tier celebrity''s love life and instead obsess over someone barely known? Not to look down on Ynda, butpared to Hamilton, she''s practically a newbie."


    Ignoring the obvious scoop and fixating on a nobody made no sense unless there was a reason.


    Despite her probing, the reporters remained tight-lipped.


    Nodding understandingly, Lizetta then turned to Remington with a meaningful remark, "I thought Mr. Dashiell was a big shot in Zion City. Seems I was mistaken."


    The reporters were dumbfounded. Was this woman out of her mind, openly mocking Mr. Dashiell?


    They were secretly hoping she''d anger Mr. Dashiell enough to have her, and possibly Ynda, thrown out, which would allow them toplete their mission.


    But what happened next left them even more shocked. Far from being angry, Remington''s usually stoic face softened into an almost delighted surprise at her words. Actually, Remington was quite ttered.


    All he could think was how she was actually talking to him, willingly engaging him in conversation.


    Instead of getting angry, he found


    himself slightly smiling and said,This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    "You''re right. Perhaps my recent low profile has made them think I''m soft. It''s time to make an example out of someone, to ensure no one dares disrespect me again."


    As Remington''s gaze turned frosty, the affable aura surrounding him vanished, reced by an icy chill reminiscent of an autumn breeze sweeping away leaves.


    His smile remained, but it was sharp, making everyone under his gaze feel as though they were moments away from a dire fate.


    "Who shall it be?" Remington mused, his eyes settling on the lean reporter.


    "How about him?" he asked Lizetta, his tone indulgent, as if suggesting a casual jest.


    Lizetta looked back at the reporter, who was now visibly shaking, drenched in sweat.


    He had no doubt that with just a nod from her, he and his family would be forced to leave Zion City the next day.


    Fearing he wouldn''t even get a chance to speak, he blurted out as soon as Lizetta''s lips parted slightly.


    "It was Ms. Miller! She offered us a


    hefty sum to stake out Ms. Ynda. She promised each of us ten thousand dors if we could capture footage of Ms. Ynda looking battered and bruised, and an additional ten thousand if we got her on videoshing out or fighting with the media..."


    That was why they were so fixated on Ynda, indifferent to any other potential scoops. After all, while uncovering a major celebrity''s


    secrets might not guarantee


    promotion or raise, seeding here meant immediate, tangible rewards.


    And with Ms. Miller''s influential status, getting in her good graces could open many doors in the future.