Love At The Wrong Table

"Ms. Quillen, how many people died in this incident? How do you plan to compensate the victims?"
"Ms. Quillen, you've been so reckless, causing loss of lives. How much blood money have you made..."
These journalists seemed to have their questions prepared in advance. They didn't care about the facts, nor did they care about how Mackenzie responded or didn't respond.
They just bombarded her with questions. They had come to sensationalize the incident and set the tone. They were even livestreaming the parade.
"D*mn it, let me beat the crap out of those bastards! They always spout nonsense and stir up trouble!" Shane raised his fist, ready to act. How dared they act so audaciously?!
"Don't act rashly!" Beatrix quickly joined Frederick in restraining him. If they resorted to violence, the situation would only go south, and these people would think they were acting out of embarrassment.
"These patients have nothing to do with our factory production!" Mackenzie seized a moment to speak, her face icy, clarifying the situation directly.
"How dare you say such shameless things, Ms. Quillen?"
"Yeah, if your factory hadn't caused them such misery, why are you here pretending to save them?"
Here it comes! This logic was as absurd as helping an elderly person up. It's like asking why help them when you didn't hit them? Yet, a few supported such flawed logic.
But Mackenzie remained composed, calmly responding, "Someone manipulated the
Hadley Factory workers. As the boss, I must clarify all the facts and ensure the people involved aren't harmed!"
"Don't try to twist the truth!" A journalist became agitated immediately. "Your factory caused them this suffering! You're trying to silence them or buy their silence, are you?"
"Yeah! Shameless!"
"Terence Group, get out of Onza!"
"Don't pollute our business environment!"
Some journalists clearly had been paid off to push Terence Group into a corner, so when they heard Mackenzie's words, they nearly forced her to the ground.
"D*mn it!" Shane couldn't take it anymore and raised his fist to strike these scoundrels.
But Frederick held onto him tightly, preventing him from acting recklessly.
Unexpectedly, a tall figure emerged from the ward suddenly and landed a punch squarely on the nearest journalist's mouth, who had been pressing in relentlessly.
Suddenly, the world fell silent.
The journalist flew backward, knocking down the others behind him. Chaos erupted on the scene. It was brutal.
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The whole room was in shock. Inside and outside the ward, all eyes
instantly focused on the man who E
had struck. It was Emmanuel. At this
moment, with his black hair flying, his eyes were cold, and he exuded a
murderous aura. Visit
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"What kind of interviews are you conducting? Emmanuel thundered. "I don't care what your motives are or what you're after! I'll kill anyone who dares to bully my wife!"
Emmanuel's voice was like thunder, domineering and chilling.
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"This idiot..." Mackenzie, who had
been emotionally detached just moments ago now trembled slightly, tears welling up. Emmanuel's actions touched her deeply, but by doing so, he was escalating the situation into physical conflict, and the conflict was about to erupt. Visit Novelxo.org to read the latest chapter of this novel
Sure enough, after a brief silence, those journalists began cursing loudly.
"The Quillens are resorting to violence out of embarrassment!"
"Expose their true colors! A clear conscience fears no accusation. Why are they
so flustered if they hadn't done anything wrong?
"Yeah, many in the ward must've died! Let's rush in and expose the truth!"
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These journalists, who had been paid off by the Eshal Silverbane and Onza Tanner, were tasked with smearing the Quillen family and driving the
social narrative. Now that they had been beaten, they were going crazy. But just as they were about to start filming, a big hand grabbed the wrist of the photographer. Visit Novelxo.org to read the latest chapter of this novel
"Who the hell is stopping me?" The photographer looked up, only to see a
beastly face, and was instantly scared witless, unable to say another word.
"Me!" Sage's mouth twitched slightly, and with a swift motion, he threw the photographer over his shoulder, sending him flying.