NovelFinishChapter 406 Victor lifted his gaze coolly, casting Rankin a sideways glance. His tone was casual, almost bored. "Are you trying to teachhow to do my job now?" The chill in Victor's eyes sent a shiver crawling up Rankin's spine, goosebumps prickling across his skin.
He dropped his head, voice barely above a whisper. "Mr. Fitzgerald, I... that's not what I meant. It's just... this is a really big deal." Suddenly, Victor's phone buzzed on the table, breaking the tension.
He shot Rankin another icy look before picking up the phone.
A message from Finley Pembroke-he'd sent a live interview clip.
Victor tapped it open, and his brows immediately knit together in a deep frown.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWithout another word, he stood up, all patience from their earlier conversation gone. His orders cswift and cold.
"In thirty minutes, I want a statement on The Fitzgerald Group's website announcing my wedding date with Isadora. If not, the only announcement will be your resignation." He grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair and strode out, not sparing Rankin a second glance. Rankin stood frozen, staring helplessly at Victor's retreating figure, his heart sinking.
* Pulse News studio.
A spotlight illuminated Terrell as he walked onstage with calm, measured steps, his presence steady and reassuring. He took a seat beside Isadora, settling in quietly.
The crowd erupted-cheers and shrieks filling the auditorium, the energy nearly blowing the roof off. Terrell's demeanor was warm and refined, his gaze gentle as he looked at Isadora, affection clear in his eyes. They were a picture-perfect pair-charming, attractive, almost like leads in a romantic TV .
Isadora frowned, leaning over to whisper, "What are you doing here?" Terrell replied softly, "I was just worried about your interview today, so I cto watch. I didn't expect the reporters to pullonstage." Isadora could only sigh in exasperation.
She didn't even know who to blat this point.
Today's interview was supposed to clear up the rumors swirling about her and Terrell.
But as she watched the show's host, Nicol, steer the conversation, she realized the situation was only getting messier.
Nicol returned to his seat, looking satisfied.
They'd known Terrell was in the building-it was all part of the plan to stir up buzz.
Pulse thrived on ratings with little concern for verget whether their guests a straight wanted to set the record Nicol grinned at the cameras, pressing forward. "Now that Mr.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFawcett has joined us, why don't we interview both of them? What do you think, everyone?" The audience erupted in applause and cheers.
In an instant, what was supposed to be a straightforward interview had beca couples' talk show. Isadora rose from her seat. "Sorry, I'm not agreeing to—"
But Nicol cut her off smoothly. "President Vaughan, don't be in such a hurry! Look, we already havenmillion people watching the livestream. Everyone's dying to hear your story. You wouldn't want to walk out mid-interview like you did at the last press conference, would you?" He had her cornered.
If she left now, clearing her nwould only get harder.
Nicol pressed on, "Mr. Fawcett, when did you first fall for President Vaughan?" With that, he'd basically declared them a couple on live TV.
Just then, the double doors at the far end of the stage swung open.
The noise drew every eye in the room.
A strikingly handsman with an air of effortless authority strolled in, his steps casual but commanding. "That question... why don't you ask me?"
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
