Chapter 409 Say No To Emotional Blackmail

• The journalists' incessant questions were getting on my nerves. As the crowd kept jostling about, someone hit my hand, and the thermos I was holding fell to the ground, spilling the content inside. The scent of caramelized pork ribs wafted across the air. Hey! That's Christopher's favorite!
• “Can you give it a rest?” I looked up and glared at the journalist, but he wiped his hand calmly as if it wasn't his fault Christopher's lunch was spilled. “Ms. Tanner, everyone saw you kissing with Remington back at the art exhibition? Are you dumping Mr. Lane for him? As far as I know, Remington is engaged. You guys have seen his fiancée, haven't you?”
• The crowd erupted into an uproar, and the journalists started calling me names. They were using this interview as a pretext for their witch hunt. I could even hear the female journalists cursing me behind my back.