The Woman From Hell

However, as it turned out, Delia would not make things easy for me.

When I was about to send Munchkin back to school the next day, we were surrounded by reporters the moment I opened the door.

Cameras and microphones were directed at us. Munchkin, who had not seen this scene before, immediately hid behind me.

These people did not care, however, and proceeded to ask their questions one after another.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Delia Owens broke the news earlier that you and President Grant got divorced. And now you're living with Marius Klein. Could it be that you both had been cheating?"

"Did you get caught cheating first?"

"This is your and President Grant's child, right? Does he know that you two are divorced?"

I protected Munchkin from being photographed by the press. He huddled in my arms as the microphones were pointed at him like bees to honey. The reporters asked him questions that he absolutely had no idea how to answer. My anger surged. "Enough!"

Frowning tightly, I pushed one of the reporters who had gotten too close to Munchkin. He almost lost his footing and glared at me. "Aren't you being too presumptuous now that you're not under President Grant's protection anymore, Wanda Lane? Are you not afraid that I'll sensationalize this?'

Hearing this, the corners of my mouth curved upward slightly. I looked into his eyes, my own like sharp scimitars. "You heard it, everyone. This reporter is threatening me. And all of you, the child is innocent. He doesn't know how to answer your questions at all yet you keep pressing him. Do you all have the right to hurt others just because you're part of the press?"

"Miss Lane, is your anger coming from humiliation right now? I heard this child isn't President Grant's. May I ask whose child he is, then? Is he an illegitimate child?"

It was difficult for me to suppress the emotions I was feeling deep down when they mentioned the words 'illegitimate child.' Just when I was about to reprimand them, a large hand appeared on my shoulder, patting my shoulder and attracting the press' attention. "Fellow reporters, if you have any questions, ask me. I can answer them in detail. Wanda needs to send the child to school now, so please don't waste her time." Marius was dealing with the press quite skillfully. He then looked at me. "Hurry off, then." "Marius, you..."

"Why are you still standing here? You're going to be late if you delay any more."

I snapped myself out of my daze and pulled Munchkin out of the crowd. Some of the reporters wanted to follow me still, so Marius used his words as bait to attract them again.

After getting into the car, I looked at Marius, who was surrounded. I felt a little sorry for him.

Forget it. It would be safer to send Munchkin to school as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, I hurried started the car and left.

"Mommy, you should be careful."

"Yeah, you too, Munchkin."

I saw Munchkin off at school and only then was at ease to leave. The interviews should have ended by now.

Just when I got back to the car, I got a message from Marius on my phone: [It's done!]

As expected of a social butterfly.

I heaved a sigh of relief then and made my way toward Green Orange.

When I reached the company, I

noticed a few men outside the main door. I was surprised. Shannon dragged me into the office the

moment I went in. "Shannon did you arrange the men outside?"

They were all dressed in black suits, looking emotionless. They looked like gangsters.

"Right on the head. You have no idea how many reporters were at the door when I arrived. I hired these guards to chase them away."

"As if it's not because someone

leaked photos of you out with Munchkin and Marius. Everyone's thinking that he's your illegitimate child."

"What?!"

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