The Woman From Hell

What effect could it have on me?

Things like this just sounded slightly worse when they were rumors being spread outside.

Theo and I were the ones who had the clearest idea about our relationship.

This method of Delia's was just annoying.

I thought these reporters would give it a rest after some time and did not expect them to still be waiting around at the doors of the company when I was getting off work.

The moment I reached the door, these reporters swarmed me again.

I looked at these eager reporters who just could not wait to shove their microphones in front of me.

"You have my apologies, everyone. I already said earlier that I'm not accepting interviews. Since this matter between me and Theo is a personal one, I hope you'll all cease your speculations." In this kind of situation, saying anything more would only cause more trouble.

I did not want my words to be publicized widely out of context.

How could these reporters be satisfied with my unremarkable reply?

"President Lane, does your avoidance imply that everything is true?"

"Could it be that your relationship with President Theo has already crumbled?"

Seeing how the reporters were crowding me around like crazy, Shannon abruptly grabbed me and separated me from them.

"President Lane has already stated that she would not be accepting interviews. Did you not hear her?" She immediately led me through the crowd, and we left this troublesome place.

I breathed a sigh of relief and instantly noted Shannon wearing an expression of worry in front of me. She was looking at me with worried eyes.

"You shouldn't overthink. Theo definitely won't let those reporters remain so arrogant." Shannon did not seem to be able to think of any more words of comfort, so she just patted me on the shoulder lightly. "I know."

We both bid each other farewell, and

I soon returned to the villa. I was e

met with Delia's triumphant expression the moment I entered the door.

"Hmph, I think your days are numbered. You must have seen the news today, no? You've been Madam Grant long enough. It's time to let that position go!"

Delia protected her stomach with one hand while looking at me with a gaze filled with defiance. "I'll replace you completely sooner or later. I'll be Madam Grant!"

She lifted her chin, her tone venomous and disdainful. "You still plan to go against me with how low you are now?"

"Is that so? As long as you're happy, Miss Owens. You're in my way."

I did not feel like arguing with Delia about this at all, so I just ignored her standing in front of me, turned around, and went upstairs. "Wanda! Get back here! Stop thinking that you're still the high-flying Madam Grant now. I'll make you regret it one day!"

Delia seemed irritated with me with how she kept cursing behind my back.

Even so, what did that have to do with me?

I went to bed at my own time as usual.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

When it was late at night and I was drowsy with sleep, I was awakened by movement coming from outside.

I put on my slippers and went out. The moment I reached the corridor, I saw a faint light coming from the living room downstairs.

A figure that I was familiar with was standing in the living room.

Theo was dressed in his button-down, unconcealable exhaustion smothering his entire face.

After what Delia did so abruptly today, one could imagine how explosive public opinion on the internet would be.

Theo probably only came back now after having to deal with this expose.

"Was what happened today very tricky? Why are you home only now?"

Our relationship had been a little stiff recently because of this, but I still could not help from wanting to worry over Theo at this moment.