Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 472 - 255
She hurriedly took two steps back, waving her hand and saying no comment, but how could the reporters let it go?
This was the time when news hotspots were most needed; if they couldnβt report on the illegitimate daughter, reporting on some business competition insider information was still an option. π³ππ²ππ πππ»πΌπ§π²π₯.πππ¦
If it were just one or two reporters, maybe it wouldnβt be so crazy, but since they all came together, dozens of reporters looked at each other, and knowing the law wouldnβt hold them all accountable, they all pressed forward together.
The crowd was so large they were practically squeezing together. When those in the back pushed forward, the cameras held up by the reporters in front struck hard against Annieβs face.
"Ah..." Annie let out a low cry, her cheek felt like it had been punched heavily, the pain making it seem as if her bones might break.
The stinging pain immediately brought tears to Annieβs eyes, as if a nerve in her face had been struck.
But these reporters were already accustomed to being cold-blooded. Seeing that Annieβs face wasnβt bleeding but just swollen, they relentlessly continued their questioning.
"Didnβt you see that Miss Annie is already injured? Isnβt this... beyond remedy?" Just then, a tall figure appeared, speaking with not-so-perfect Mandarin, blocking in front of Annie.
Rogers was infuriated. What was wrong with these people?
Didnβt they see Annieβs face was swollen, and they still came up trying to continue the interview.
"Sir, do you have business dealings with Howard Enterprise? Do you know the inside story of Howard Enterprise?" The nature of journalism is always to exploit every opportunity. When they find someone with potential interview value, they spare no effort in trying to dig deeper.
"Donβt you take legal responsibility for your words? Youβve injured someone, now none of you is leaving, we are calling the police." Rogers couldnβt stand seeing men bully women, that kind of chivalric spirit of the Middle Ages was deeply ingrained in his bones.
"Weβre just conducting a normal interview, the public has the right to know the truth..." The reporters didnβt feel Rogersβ words posed any threat to them.
They had never seen anyone trying to sue reportersβafter all, reporters were the uncrowned kings, no one ever liked to offend them. What was Howard Enterprise up to?
Werenβt they providing Charlotte Miller with a good opportunity to clarify?
Yet they didnβt expect Rogers to actually call the police.
Charlotte Miller was awakened by a phone call and was surprised to hear Rogersβ voice, never expecting that he would be in her company.
"Darling, a little while ago, a reporter downstairs injured Miss Annie with a camera, and Iβve already called the police." Rogers was straightforward, immediately making Charlotte jump out of bed.
All trace of sleep vanished.
How could someone be hurt?
She was anxious as if she were being burned by fire; what should she do, and wasnβt sure how serious the injury was.
She quickly got up and changed into a suit at the fastest speed, washed her face, brushed her teeth, didnβt even have time for a sip of water, brushed her hair and rushed out of the office like a gust of wind.
The police responded quickly and Rogers had called security to guard the door, not allowing the reporters to leave, everyone was now in the conference room.
Charlotte saw that Rogersβ face was off; he rarely got angry, but now he was furious.
"Annie, how are you? Is it serious?" Charlotte didnβt even have time to greet Rogers, she hurriedly rushed to Annieβs side, and indeed saw her face was swollen.
Were these people crazy? Coming here early in the morning to make trouble?
There was definitely something more behind this, otherwise Atlas Hallow had already sent a lawyerβs letter yesterday, such a severe warning yet had no effect.
There could be only one reason, someone was deliberately targeting them.
It might be towards her, or it might be towards Atlas Hallow, thatβs why they dared to keep on with such reckless interviews.
"President Miller..." Annie just held her face, not saying much; she couldnβt tell Charlotte that it wasnβt serious, after all, they already called the police, if she said it wasnβt serious, it might be brushed aside.
"Itβs alright, you go to the hospital first, Iβll handle the rest." Charlotte smiled coldly; these people were truly insane.
Charlotte noticed that the police had almost finished taking notes, then had someone take Annie to the hospital for a check-up, and stood in the center of the conference room.
