Chapter 91 Surrounded by the Media
Rachel squinted at the reporter, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "So, you think I'm guilty, huh? Why bother asking me if you've already made up your mind?"
The reporter blushed, feeling humiliated, and a flicker of resentment flashed in his eyes. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Rachel's piercing gaze.
Rachel noticed but chose to ignore it. She retracted her gaze and demanded, "Move! I'm outta here!"
The media acted like they hadn't heard her. Instead of moving, they pointed their cameras right at her face, some even live streaming the scene.
In the live room, viewers kept commenting.
[Wow, so arrogant, messing with someone else's relationship and still clinging to her ex-husband?]
[Yeah, look how anxious she is.]
[Such a pretty woman, but with such a bad heart.]
Seeing that the media wouldn't let her through, Rachel's fury ignited. She clenched her fists and took out her phone. "Hello, police? Yeah, a bunch of reporters are blocking me, and my old leg injury's acting up. I'm at Downtown Sports Arena. Please come ASAP. Thanks."
She hung up and snapped her phone shut.
The media were stunned, looking at Rachel in disbelief.
"Ms. Williams, you actually called the police?" one reporter asked, shocked.
Rachel retorted with a cold smile, "You're blocking me. Why shouldn't I call the police?"
The media were momentarily speechless, then responded indignantly. "What does your leg injury have to do with us?" another reporter demanded.
"Exactly," a third chimed in.
The live room viewers also felt Rachel was being unreasonable, making false accusations.
Rachel snorted, "My leg injury wasn't caused by you, but you're blocking me from leaving. If I say one of you caused it, who can prove otherwise?"
Hearing this, the media quickly backed off. They were there to conduct an interview, but if the interviewee got injured and blamed them, they couldn't bear the responsibility.
Watching the media back off like they were avoiding the plague, Rachel sneered inwardly and walked toward her car with crutches.
Meanwhile, James put on a sports jacket and, after learning Michael's whereabouts, headed to the lounge. He found Michael sitting alone, scrolling through his phone.
"Michael," James called out, walking in with a basketball tucked under his arm. "Where's Rachel?"
"She left," Michael replied without looking up.
"Left?" James pouted, looking a bit disappointed. "Why'd she leave without waiting for me? I wanted to ask her how I played."
Michael raised an eyebrow and finally looked at him. "Since when did you get so close to Rachel?"
James scratched his head, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Just recently. I found out she's different from the Rachel I used to know."
Michael nodded lightly in agreement. "Indeed."
Suddenly, Michael's phone rang. It was Mandy calling.
"Hello, Michael, where are you? Come pick me up quickly, I'm surrounded by the media," Mandy's voice carried a hint of panic.
Michael stood up, his brow furrowed, and said in a low voice, "Come out immediately." He quickly put away his phone and strode toward the door, James following behind.
At the main entrance of Downtown Sports Arena, Michael saw Mandy surrounded by a group of reporters. She was slightly curled up, looking around fearfully, appearing helpless.
Michael frowned, his voice cutting through the noise. "Mandy."
"Michael!" Mandy's eyes lit up, and she waved at him excitedly.
He walked toward her, his presence so imposing that the media parted wherever he went. He reached Mandy's side smoothly.
Mandy threw herself into his arms. "Michael, you're finally here. I was so scared. As soon as I arrived, they surrounded me, asking all sorts of strange questions. I didn't know how to answer."
"It's okay," Michael patted her back reassuringly. "I'll handle it."
Then, he looked around at the media with a sharp gaze. "What were you asking just now?"
"Mr. Smith, we were just asking some questions that netizens are most concerned about, like whether Ms. Williams really interfered in your relationship with Miss Brown back then, and if she used it to blackmail you into marriage?" one reporter ventured hesitantly.
Michael lowered his eyes and firmly said, "No!"
The media were stunned. Mandy was also taken aback, looking at him with wide eyes. She couldn't believe he would deny it. Was he trying to protect Rachel?
Mandy lowered her head, hiding the jealousy surging in her eyes.
A reporter noticed her reaction, rolled his eyes, and asked loudly, "Miss Brown, is what Mr. Smith said true?"
Michael stared coldly at the reporter, his gaze icy.
The reporter barely withstood the pressure, avoiding eye contact with him and only looking at Mandy.
Mandy raised her head, forcing a faint smile on her pure and beautiful face. "If Michael says it's not true, then it's not."
The media exchanged glances upon hearing her answer and quickly threw out the next question.
Standing at the main entrance, James looked at Mandy in Michael's arms with a suspicious expression. Mandy's answer just now seemed odd. It sounded like she was implying that Michael was lying. Was she doing it on purpose or unintentionally?
At this moment, James's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to a few days ago when Michael insisted he apologize to Mandy. Even though he hadn't done anything wrong, just because of her few tears, Michael concluded he was at fault. How similar this scene was to the current situation, like a replay of yesterday.
While he was pondering, Michael's urging voice sounded in his ear. "Why are you still standing there? Let's go!"
James snapped back to reality, holding his basketball and quickly following. He asked, "What about those reporters?"
"Michael drove them away," Mandy said softly.
James looked at her with a complex gaze, as if trying to see through her surface to find something.
Mandy felt a bit uneasy under his gaze and unconsciously touched her face. She inquired, "James, why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
James looked away and shook his head. "No."
Mandy smiled. "I thought there was something stuck on my face."
"Get in the car. There might be more reporters coming," Michael said, putting his arm around her shoulder and walking toward the car.
Mandy nodded.
James suddenly interjected, "Michael, I'm not going with you guys. I have somewhere to go."
"Where?" Michael asked, his curiosity piqued.
James's eyes flickered. He hurriedly said, "It's a secret. Anyway, I'll be back later. See you!"
With that, he ran to the roadside with his basketball, hailed a taxi, and left.
Mandy looked at Michael's furrowed brows and smiled. "James might be going to see a girl he likes. I saw him reading a letter last time."
Michael raised an eyebrow, recalling the letter he glimpsed in James's room a few days ago. Was it a love letter?
"Michael, what are you thinking about?" Mandy asked as she gently nudged his shoulder.
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