Mr Billionaires Secret Baby

Chapter 90

“And what would that be?” I raised a quizzical brow at her.

I was beyond ready to hear her offer a solution to this terrible situation if it mean
that it would get these leeches of of me and out of my life.

Lucy glanced again below at the vultures just as they tried to corner Herriet from
H.R but she had made a narrow escape.

“Give them an explanation or, at the very least, answer their questions. That is all
they want. Some sort of information to calm their racing minds and, besides,
once you officially speak about this then no rumours would be entertained as
ferverently as they are being received now. People of sense would conclude that
you've spoken out about it and that would be it.” She explained and I thought
about it for a moment.

Itisn’t like I could avoid them forever. I mean I have tried that for the past two
weeks and nothing. If anything, it had only served to make the situation worse
because these people were not about to back down until they got what they
wanted.

“I guess you have a point.” I said heavily dreading going down there and dealing
with the outrageous misconceptions that I would have to clean up.

Lucy winked at me before straightening her posture. “Of course, I do.” She said
proudly before leaving my office and probably the building itself.

Most of the employees had left by now and it was why the reporters had been
flocking at the front door for the last half an hour to try and bother them.

l inhaled deeply before striding out of my office mustering every ounce of
courage that I could to go down there and deal with the paps. I knew I had to be
careful in regards to what I said because even the smallest slip up could bring
about another smallest slip up could bring about another disaster. I couldn't help
but imagine what Dante's opinion on all of this had been.

The second that stormed out through the front doors, the crowd of reporters
began surrounding me before they even knew that it had been me. It was just
proof of how they were willing to proof of how they were willing to trap just any
one in hopes of getting some sort of

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dirt. When they had seen it was me, the person the were actually after, they
began

to send their cameras flashing wildly and I blinked several times as it hurt my
eyes.

1 held my hand up to stop them. “Please, stop it. I am here to answer your
questions.” I shielded my face and the cameras came to a halt. “But only if you all
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act in a civil manner.” I warned.

They had settled down and the flashes stopped. When I felt like it was safe to
lower my hand from my eyes and was met with many recorders right in front of
me and cameras still held in position just not flashing away... yet.

“Is it true that you are Dante Crawford are in a relationship?” A red head who
looked like a hippie asked boldly.

I sighed then looked right at her. “No, that is not true at all. He and I are
subordinates. We have a professional relationship for a while now and that's
about it.” I said firmly but added a smile at the end when I was done speaking.
“What about Scott Vanderbilt? He was seen leaving the Croxley House
Fundraiser looking defeated and whispers say it is because of you.” A pot bellied
man shoved a mic in my face and I had to swallow my irritation before
responding.

“I do not know what had caused the early departure of Mr. Vanderbilt that
evening but as the newest investor to Luxe Inc. I can assure you all that there is
no tension whatsoever.” I had enough time to take in a breath before another
question was thrown my way.

“Do you think Mr Crawford and you could potentially develop a relationship
outside of business? Many believe that that has already occured.” An olive
tanned woman in the brightest sweater I had ever seen spoke in the most entitled
way possible and while I didn’t particularly like any one here, I really didn't like
her.

“No comment. If people already believe in assumptions then me saying otherwise
wouldn't make any difference.” I said in a snarky tone. The reporter's nostril
twitched and I knew she didn’t like me but I didn’t care either.

1 didn’t care oth

“You and Mr Crawford were previously married for a few years.” A reporter at the
back announced rather too loudly for my liking. “Was the Croxley House.
Fundraiser a step in the direction of reconciliation now that Pheobe isn't around?”
The audacity of these people. Had the no care for people's personal life that they
felt so entitled and free to question about every and any sort of information their
hearts so wished to ask.

“That is a stu pid question.” I said bluntly letting them all know that outrageous
questions will not be responded to.

I might have answered a total of 5 additional questions and I drew the line when
it was venturing too close to Dante and Pheobe. My temper was growing short
and knew that it was time for me to cut it before I snapped at them and their
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questions. That would only lead to further complications and I didn’t want that. At
the end of it, the reporters were happy to leave me be giving me the freedom to
be

on my way.

1 just hoped that this was the last of the craziness to last and that I wouldn't find a
bunch of other reporters camping on my lawn when I returned home.

By the next morning, video footage and headlines about the small interview that I
had given had already been printed and aired. Da mn, they worked faster than I
had thought they would.

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