Chapter 488 Fake News
"Alright, alright, I get it. It's not your fault." Margaret glanced at Zane, who was visibly upset and angry, feeling a mix of helplessness and amusement. She gently patted his shoulder to comfort him.
"So, what do we do now?" Zane asked, trusting Margaret completely, especially after realizing he had been set up. His anger overshadowed any thoughts of pursuing or liking someone; those feelings were now pushed to the back of his mind.
Margaret's eyes sparkled with an idea. Since Lucy was so eager to see her and Zane get a room together, why not fulfill her wish?
She leaned in and whispered a plan to Zane. Although he seemed a bit unhappy about it, he eventually agreed, nodding reluctantly.
Margaret and Zane then went to the hotel front desk to check in. Zane made a point of wrapping his arm around Margaret's waist, while Margaret, pretending to be drunk, leaned her head on Zane's shoulder.
As they entered the elevator, a woman sitting on a corner sofa, wearing a hat and sunglasses, put down her magazine and got up to leave.
The woman walked outside, descended the stairs, and after a short distance, removed her sunglasses.
It was Lucy.
She took out her phone and sent an excited message to an unknown contact: "Golden Crane Hotel, Room 302. The future Mrs. Fisher of the Fisher Group is getting a room with a stranger. Big news, hurry!"
Lucy had already contacted a reporter from an online media outlet, waiting to catch Margaret in a compromising situation and ruin her reputation.
Lucy walked a bit further away from the hotel, making sure no one would recognize her or suspect anything.
Half an hour later, three or four reporters rushed over. Seeing Lucy, they hurriedly asked, "Ms. Clark, is the news true? We gave up our day off for this. Please don't deceive us."
Lucy clicked her tongue impatiently. "Have I ever lied to you? I saw it with my own eyes. If you want to meet your monthly targets and get a raise, follow me upstairs!"
The reporters, convinced by Lucy's words, followed her to the elevator and went up to the third floor. Lucy, holding a pre-paid room key from the front desk, quietly approached Room 302, opened the door, and then flung it wide open. The reporters rushed in, snapping photos without hesitation.
On the bed, there was indeed a couple in a very intimate position. The woman was Margaret, and the man...
"Who let you in here?!"
A deep, suppressed voice filled with anger echoed through the room, causing the reporters to freeze and stop their cameras.
It was William.
They recognized his voice immediately.
Lucy, who had been peeking through a small gap behind the reporters, froze as soon as she heard the angry voice. She pushed past two reporters to get a better look, her disbelief evident as she stared at the man who had turned to face them.
It was really William.
How could this be? Wasn't it supposed to be Prince Fleurancia here?
Lucy stood there, stunned, her eyes filled with surprise and frustration. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
Margaret had her arms around William's neck, her face flushed unnaturally, while William was leaning over her, both covered by a blanket that conveniently hid the crucial parts.
Even without further explanation, anyone could see what they were supposedly doing.
William turned to the reporters, his eyes fixed on them, and through gritted teeth, he spat out, "Have you seen enough?"
As soon as William spoke, the reporters' faces turned pale, and they began to tremble with fear.
A couple getting a room for some private time was hardly newsworthy. They had been foolish to rush over without verifying the information.
Now, not only had they failed to capture any sensational news, but their jobs were also at risk.
None of them dared to look at William, fearing they might anger this powerful man. Margaret had already buried her face in William's neck. Finally, a seasoned entertainment reporter stepped forward, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and forcing a smile.
"No, no, of course not. We received false information about a minor celebrity getting a room with his girlfriend. We're terribly sorry, Mr. Fisher. Please continue, we won't disturb you any further."
He took a few steps back, turned around, and quickly signaled the other reporters to leave, whispering urgently, "Go, hurry up!"
What a mess! What was wrong with that Clark Family heiress?
The bald reporter who had been in contact with Lucy cursed silently as he hurried down the hallway. He'd rather not take such assignments than risk losing his job because of William.
Lucy, realizing her plan had backfired, left as soon as possible, determined not to let William find out she was there.
After the reporters had all left, Margaret finally lifted her face, revealing a relaxed smile and letting out a long breath.
"Finally, they're gone. That was exhausting."
William chuckled, threw off the blanket, and sat up on the bed, his pants still on. The reporters, too scared to look closely, had missed the fact that both Margaret and William were fully dressed.
This was the plan Margaret and Zane had devised. Margaret had called William to join her and play along with Lucy's scheme. Meanwhile, Zane had gone to a room next door after their second trip upstairs, waiting for the commotion outside.
He had heard everything clearly, including the reporters' apologies and their hurried departure.
Margaret sat up, stretched her arms, and smiled. "Alright, since the reporters are gone, we should let Zane come back. This isn't our room."
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