Chapter 189 Who Dares to Question My Husband's Virility?
Upon completing his briefing to Dahlia, Justin immediately dove into his tasks. Dahlia may have maintained a placid exterior and even spouted lofty rhetoric, but Justin could discern the seething anger beneath her composed facade.
Every woman harbors a streak of jealousy, and for someone as insecure as Dahlia, the prospect of losing her possessions was a terrifying thought.
Once she ended the call, Dahlia's true emotions surfaced—her fury was so intense, she was on the verge of smashing her phone to pieces.
Nancy descended the staircase and instantly registered Dahlia's grim demeanor, approaching her with a worried expression.
"Dahlia, what's troubling you?"
"Silva has the audacity to deceive me. Do you know where he's gone?"
"Did he not inform you that he had to urgently return to the office?"
"Damn his office, he's at Flynn Group, pursuing Reese. He's incorrigible, always in search of greener pastures despite having plenty at home. It's absolutely maddening!"
Justin had mentioned over the phone about Silva's hasty departure in his sports car, and now the entire Flynn Group was aware that Silva was attempting to court Reese—and how he was rebuffed.
He wasn't just embarrassing himself, he was making her the butt of jokes. Whenever she went out, her friends would surely never let her forget this humiliation.
Nancy was equally taken aback by this revelation, "Are you suggesting that Silva is attracted to Reese?"
"Is it really that surprising? Given Reese's alluring charm, it's as if those men have their eyes permanently fixed on her. Silva is infamous for his philandering ways; it's no surprise that he'd be drawn to someone like Reese."
Silva was a pitiful man, always convinced that the grass was greener elsewhere, regardless of how attractive his current girlfriend was.
Before Reese's return, Dahlia had always considered herself the most beautiful among her social circle. However, Reese's arrival cast her in a less flattering light, and despite her unwillingness to acknowledge it, she was taken aback by Reese's cool, unapproachable aura that was as flawless as a meticulously crafted sculpture.
Upon hearing this, Nancy could feel her blood simmering.
"That Reese is nothing but a troublemaker. Not satisfied with marrying Malcolm, she's now setting her sights on your man!"
"I won't stand for this. I need to confront that scoundrel Silva. I, Dahlia, have been pampered and adored all my life; I've never been treated so poorly."
After making this declaration, Dahlia swiftly dialed Silva's number. He was already in a foul mood, having been rejected by Reese earlier that day, and seeing Dahlia's incoming call only exacerbated his irritation.
However, mindful of Dahlia's fiery temper, he reluctantly answered the call, his tone far from cordial.
"What do you want?"
"Silva, how could you lie to me? You went to see Reese, didn't you?"
Caught off guard, Silva instinctively denied it.
"Are you delusional? Why would I go see Reese? You're well aware of what transpired that day; she played us for fools."
Silva's obstinate denial only served to fuel Dahlia's anger, and she lashed out over the phone.
"Do you really think you can deceive me? Your antics have become the talk of the town at Flynn Group. If Justin hadn’t informed me, I’d still be in the dark."
Slapping his forehead in frustration, Silva was annoyed at his own carelessness and even more so at the realization that Malcolm had been conspiring behind his back, prompting Justin to reveal everything to Dahlia.
Malcolm, far from being a gentleman, had stooped to such underhanded tactics.
However, Silva quickly concocted an excuse: "Dahlia, I did it all for you. Consider this; after what Reese did to us that day, we couldn't just let it slide. I was merely pretending to woo her. Once she fell for it, I was planning to dump her, and then we'd have our revenge, right?"
But Silva had underestimated Dahlia, who wasn't as easily fooled as some naive socialite trying to climb the social ladder through scandalous means.
Infuriated, Dahlia retorted, "Silva, do you take me for a fool? Don't lump me together with those naive ex-girlfriends of yours. I'm not that gullible. Don’t even think about it. And stay away from Reese; even if I remain silent, Malcolm alone could give your Morris family a run for their money."
With that, Dahlia abruptly ended the call.
"I'm livid at that rascal!"
Nancy gently patted Dahlia's shoulder in an attempt to console her, "I believe the problem isn't Silva; it's Reese. Consider this, if Reese hadn't led him on, would Silva ever dare to make such a bold move right under Flynn Group's nose? That's akin to stealing a woman on Malcolm's territory."
Reflecting on Nancy's words, Dahlia conceded, "You might be onto something; I’ve been too lenient with Reese."
"It's alright, you've already tipped off the media, right? Let's see how Reese handles this," Dahlia's earlier frustration began to dissipate.
"Mom, you're right; the real drama is yet to unfold. I'll ensure that Reese is ousted from the Flynn family. And if you think about it, this isn't entirely detrimental to us. Once word gets out that Silva's been pursuing Reese, won't the Flynns blame Silva? They might even suspect that Reese is the one leading him on. Why else would he brazenly chase after her at Flynn Group?"
"You're absolutely right," Nancy clapped her hands, feeling as though luck was still on their side.
"I, Dahlia, refuse to lose to that country bumpkin."
Reese had just wrapped up a hectic day at the office and was ready to head home, but as she approached the entrance, she was met by a throng of reporters that Justin and the security team couldn't hold back.
She wondered if the news about Silva seeking her out at Flynn Group had already been leaked to the media.
But as she drew closer and overheard the questions, something didn't seem right.
The reporters swarmed her with microphones, asking, "We've received a tip that Mr. Flynn is secretly married, and there's a rumor that he and Reese haven't consummated the marriage. Is this true?"
With a stern expression, Justin replied tersely, "No comment."
"Some are suggesting that Mr. Flynn's leg was healed by Reese. Given the lengthy period of paralysis, is it possible that it has affected his fertility, preventing him from consummating the marriage with Reese?"
Justin was on the verge of developing a headache from these absurd questions. Who dared to suggest Mr. Flynn was impotent? The man was perfectly capable.
If it weren't for Reese's feelings, Mr. Flynn would have set the record straight long ago. Why would they wait? A private matter between a couple was being scandalously publicized, making it impossible for Mr. Flynn to save face.
With considerable restraint, Justin responded, "Mr. Flynn is in perfect health, thank you for your concern."
"Then, if he's healthy, why doesn't Mr. Flynn come out and explain himself? Is it because he's guilty and afraid to confront his own illness?"
Reese was on the brink of exploding, inwardly cursing at the absurdity of the reporters' claims. What was this about being afraid to confront his own 'expression'?
It was utterly preposterous.
Just as Justin was at a loss for words, unsure of how to salvage Mr. Flynn's dignity, a crisp and assertive voice echoed from behind him.
"Who dares to claim my husband isn't virile? Show yourself!"
Chapter 190 My Husband Delivers the Goods
As the voice echoed through the air, all eyes turned in its direction, including those of a bewildered Justin. It was Reese, her sudden appearance causing Justin to freeze in surprise.
The journalists immediately began murmuring amongst themselves. "Who is this woman, and who's her husband? We were interviewing Mr. Flynn; is she out of her mind?" one of them asked.
"I don't know, but she's gorgeous, like a movie star. However, her gaze is quite intimidating," another added.
The reporters were clearly taken aback by her appearance.
Justin couldn't help but chuckle at their shallow responses. The reporters were so easily distracted by a beautiful woman that they had forgotten all about their interview with Mr. Flynn.
Nevertheless, Justin saw this as an opportunity to guide Reese away from the scene. Mr. Flynn had made it clear that he didn't want Reese embroiled in any complications. If anything were to happen, he would handle it himself.
Despite Mr. Flynn's protective stance, Justin found himself wondering if it was necessary. Reese's commanding presence was undeniable, making him question whether Mr. Flynn was being a little overprotective.
Approaching Reese, Justin whispered in her ear, "Reese, let me handle this. You should go back. The press can be brutal, and I don't want you to get upset by their harsh words."
Reese merely chuckled in response. "What could possibly upset me? I'm curious to see just how capable they think they are, daring to say my husband doesn't measure up. I'll make them eat their words."
Justin was at a loss for words, realizing that this situation was not going to be easily resolved.
In the brief moment that he and Reese spoke, the reporters started to piece things together. "Wait a second, we were saying Mr. Flynn isn't up to par, and this lady just claimed that it's her husband we're talking about."
The reporters' conversation continued, speculating about Reese's relationship with Mr. Flynn and the rumors surrounding his health. Their gossip grew increasingly disrespectful, and Reese's anger began to show.
"Who among you has seen my husband fail? Spout one more nonsense, and I'll make you regret ever speaking," she warned them, her voice fierce and commanding.
The reporters were taken aback by her icy demeanor. Her aura was chilling, and her words seemed to freeze the air around her.
Reese's response silenced the reporters. Even Justin, standing next to her, was taken by surprise. He saw a resemblance between her and Mr. Flynn, especially when she was angry. He wondered if there was truth to the saying that married couples grow to resemble each other.
Seeing the reporters' hesitation, Reese spoke up again, "No one here is more qualified to speak on this matter than I am. I'll say it again—my husband is more than capable. We're just looking for the right time, and we're planning on having twins."
The reporters were left speechless, and their attention quickly shifted to a different topic. They had come for a juicy story about the Flynn family, but with no such story to report, they had no reason to further provoke the Flynns.
Before Justin could usher them out, they took the hint and dispersed. Justin walked over to Reese and gave her a thumbs up. "Reese, that was impressive."
"You can't go easy on these journalists; they only respect strength. The more you try to appease them, the less they respect you," Reese replied.
Justin smirked, "Sounds like you've got a lot of experience."
With that, Reese excused herself to return to work, leaving Justin to report back to Mr. Flynn.
As Justin entered the office, he saw Malcolm watching the news clip of Reese's confrontation with the reporters. Malcolm's stern features softened as he watched Reese stand up for him, a rare smile appearing on his face.
Justin approached Malcolm, "Mr. Flynn, Reese really wowed them. She handled those reporters with just a few words."
Malcolm simply looked at Justin, his eyes filled with pride. "Well, what did you expect? She's my wife, after all."
Upon hearing that, Justin could only shake his head in resignation. Mr. Flynn certainly knew how to praise himself.
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