Chapter 144: What?
Everyone had come for a scoop—but what they got instead was truckloads of ice cream. Melting, rich, headline-worthy news that would feed their columns and blogs for days, maybe weeks. It wasn’t just a scandal—it was a full-blown media storm, complete with confessions, audio evidence, and a public unravelling no one had anticipated.
As the conference room erupted into a frenzy—voices clashing, cameras flashing, reporters barking questions over each other—Melanie stepped off the stage. Like someone who had just finished what she came to do, she didn’t look back. Or even wait to answer a question. And strangely, no one stopped her. They were all too stunned.
As if everyone had woken up at once from a shared trance, reporters bolted forward, rushing toward Saira, who was still seated in shock. Her mouth opened but no words came out. Her careful plan had collapsed right in front of the world. And now, that world had turned on her. She turned her head to look at Sir Collins but he was sending her a look that screamed disgust.
She moved to catch his arm but the older man walked away after sending a disappointed but warning look, as if to remind her that she better not implicate him in her downfall.
Microphones were shoved into her face. Flashes nearly blinded her and even as she tried to move, a barrage of questions followed.
"Miss Vaughn, care to comment on the audio?"
"Was this all fabricated from the start?"
"How do you respond to claims of blackmail?"
"What will you do if Mrs Collins’ decides to pursue legal action?"