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Chapter 270
The reporters on the outer corner pressed closer toward Vicky, and she stumbled inside the center of
the crowd as they stepped over her feet.
She had been in a terrible state after being questioned for the entire day and was frustrated from being
interrogated by the reporters. She tried to shove them aside, but they seemed to be as tough as a wall
of steel.
"Miss Shaw, please answer my question!"
"Miss Shaw!'
"Miss Shaw-"
Their voices echoed around her and someone shoved at her, causing her to fall to the ground. As she
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttried to get up, she accidentally hit a person next to her.
"Ah! She hit me! Vicky Shaw hit me!’ Someone shouted, and the cameras instantly started flashing at
her.
No one attempted to help her up and simply swarmed toward her hysterically.
"Miss Shaw, how can you resort to violence?"
"Are you frustrated because your true face has been exposed?"
Another round of confrontation followed as they all assumed Vicky had resorted to violence toward the
reporter.
The noises and the ruthless faces drowned her, and soon, she was struggling to breathe.
"Scram!’ A chilling voice filled the air.
The reporters turned around dazedly and saw a tall man standing behind them.
His frame was towering, and he featured a perfect combination of cold elegance and seductiveness as
he narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips.
Vicky was stunned by Mister Kirby's appearance.
Taking advantage of the reporters' dazed state, he walked over to Vicky. The look in his eyes darkened
when he saw her twisted ankle.
"I'm taking you to the hospital," he said before helping Vicky up.
The others finally recovered from the shock.
"Are you Miss Shaw's boyfriend? Do you know how she's dating multiple men at the same time?"
The reporters swarmed at him, their eyes lighting up. However, Mister Kirby's presence commanded
respect, and they did not dare to question him the way they did with Vicky.
Mister Kirby turned to glare daggers at the reporter who asked the question and said, "Are you
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmquestioning me?"
The reporter was the one who insulted Vicky. She came with a mission and was not afraid to do
whatever it took to provoke Vicky into saying things worthy of reporting.
Her breath caught in her throat as though someone was strangling her, and she struggled to speak.
Mister Kirby's presence was simply too overpowering and she felt like her heart stopped from simply
being glared at by him.
"Scram," Mister Kirby spat.
Vicky stared at him dazedly.
The Mister Kirby she knew had always been casual and never commanded such a pressuring
presence. Yet, at the moment, he managed to terrorize a crowd simply by standing.
Seeing how she remained dazed, he lifted Vicky off her feet.
Just then, a cold voice pierced through the air of the silent night. "Oh?
Looks like there's drama around here."
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