NovelFinishChapter 380 The next second, her phone rang.
Isadora tightened her grip and answered the call.
A chilling voice cthrough, cutting through the noise around her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"If you don't want anything to happen to your mother or your friend, you'd better not mention Mr. Fitzgerald at today's press conference. Not a word." The line went dead before she could respond.
Isadora looked up and spotted someone in the far corner.
Deanna's housekeeper, Pattie, stood there, her face shadowed and tense. Lowering her phone, she locked eyes with Isadora across the crowd, a cold, knowing smile curling on her lips before she turned and disappeared.
As Isadora froze, the reporters, sensing something amiss, pressed in even closer. "President Vaughan, who's your boyfriend? Con, give us a name!" "Yeah, don't keep us in suspense! Everyone's dying to know!" Terrell noticed the change in Isadora's expression right after she took the call. Concerned, he stepped forward and whispered, "Isadora, what happened?" Her knuckles were white from clutching the phone. Why did they have to push her like this? Every tshe tried to take a brave step toward Victor, every tshe felt happiness was finally within reach, Deanna found a way to tear it all apart.
Was she really so unworthy of Victor? Swallowing the storm of emotion rising in her chest, Isadora steadied her voice and said, enunciating every word, "My relationship is a private matter. I'm sorry, but I won't be answering that question." With that, she set the microphone down and walked out.
Belinda, startled, scrambled to pick up the mic Isadora had left behind.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as President Vaughan just explained, her pregnancy is a personal matter and she intends to marry her boyfriend. There is no connection to Preston whatsoever. Regarding Preston's actions toward President Vaughan, our legal team will be issuing a formal complaint soon. That concludes today's press conference. Thank you all for coming." Reporters shot to their feet.
What was that? Seriously?! She left without really saying anything-half-cleared the air but left even more questions.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTerrell, worried about Isadora, stood up to follow her, but before he could get far, the journalists swarmed him. They thrust microphones at him. "Mr. Beaumont, tell us who is President Vaughan's boyfriend?" "And did you guys stage that hotel video yourselves?" Terrell was boxed in.
"Please, don't jump to conclusions. There's absolutely nothing going on between Isadora and Preston. Very soon, The Vaughan Group will be filing lawsuit against The Dunbar Group, and it'll all becclear-Isadora is the victim here." Suddenly, a voice from the crowd piped up.
"Mr. Beaumont, you're defending Isadora so fiercely-are you be? M boyfriend? Are you the father of her child?" A ripple of new gossip buzzed through the room.
"Mr. Beaumont, care to comment?"
Terrell hesitated, his gaze lingering on the fragile silhouette of Isadora as she left the room. The question cut deep. If that man couldn't protect her, why couldn't he be the one to stand by her side? He could give her a better future.
Reporters pressed in again. "So, Mr. Beaumont, are you the father?"
Terrell just smiled, sidestepping the question. "Thank you all for your hard work today. As a small token of our ке appreciation, The Fawcett Group will be handing out gift cards as you exit. We sincerely hope you'll be kind in your reports."
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