Chapter 1439 Derek, You're Dead Meat
Derek looked at her blushed face and burst out laughing. "Oh, you're shy, huh? No worries, it's totally normal for a mom to breastfeed her kid."
Laura just stayed quiet.
"But I still respect women," Derek added with a grin, ruffling Laura's hair before heading out.
Laura touched the spot on her head where he patted, feeling a bit weird about it.
But she didn't dwell on it.
After feeding Maeve, Laura opened the box Derek had brought. It was just a small piece, but when she took a bite, she was surprised at how delicious it was.
The cake was too small, though. After finishing it, she still wanted more.
So she shot Derek a message on Facebook: [What's the name of your colleague's wife's shop? Got any contact info? The cake was amazing.]
Derek: [Aren't you on a diet?]
Laura was speechless.
Can a woman ever be serious about dieting?
She replied: [I need to be full to have the energy to diet.]
Derek replied: [The cake shop's right next to my office. If you want more, I can bring it back for you. Plus, the security at the Presidential Palace is so tight, regular folks wouldn't dare deliver anything here.]
Laura thought about it and realized he was right.
Living at the Presidential Palace was nothing like staying in a villa. She couldn't just order a dessert and have it delivered to the door.
Anyone approaching the Presidential Palace would be monitored, and there could be spies.
Laura: [But wouldn't that be a hassle?]
Derek: [It's no trouble. I like feeding little pigs in my spare time anyway.]
Laura laughed in exasperation. Derek was clearly teasing her.
She angrily replied: [Fine, Derek, you're dead meat.]
Derek immediately responded with an emoji of someone kneeling and apologizing.
Laura imagined Derek kneeling in front of her and couldn't help but laugh.
It was pretty funny.
Laura stayed home for a few more days until Maeve got used to life at the Presidential Palace. Then Laura went back to work at the makeup company.
First off, it wasn't a good idea for Laura to hide away every day without working. Second, she couldn't keep avoiding Michael.
On her first day back at the company, Laura held a big meeting and then dove into the lab to start developing products.
Even though there was a team in the lab, their technical skills still weren't as good as hers.
Laura worked until four in the afternoon. As she was about to leave and had just stepped out of the elevator, a large group of reporters suddenly swarmed towards her.
"Ms. Miller, we heard you're planning to divorce Michael. Is that true?"
"We heard you were planning to have a wedding at the end of the year, but now it's canceled. Why are you getting a divorce? You seemed so in love before."
"Did Michael do something to betray you, or do you have someone else?"
"What about the child if you divorce? Will you be kicked out of the Jude Family and no longer be the President's Goddaughter?"
"Yeah, everyone knows the President only recognized you as his Goddaughter because you were pregnant with Michael's child."
A barrage of questions hit Laura as she stepped out of the lab, leaving her completely bewildered.
She had no idea how these reporters had suddenly appeared.
She should've brought someone down with her.
Laura was at a loss.
Someone knocked into her, and wearing high heels, she unexpectedly fell to the ground.
Reporters were relentless. When they heard someone who was once high and mighty was about to get divorced and fall from grace, they didn't show much sympathy. The more miserable the person, the more sensational the news, and they already had the headlines ready.
They weren't afraid of offending the President.
Because if Michael and Laura were getting divorced, without the support of the Jude Family, Laura wouldn't be much in Whisperlyn City.
Laura was furious. She had been knocked down, and these reporters didn't even help her up; they just kept snapping pictures.
Laura tried to stand up, but a reporter squeezed in front of her and took a close-up shot.
"Get away!" she snapped, pushing the camera aside. "You can interview and take pictures, but do you have any journalistic integrity left?"
"Ms. Miller, once Michael dumps you and you lose the Jude Family's backing, do you think you can still be the same as before?" The male reporter whose camera she had hit sneered, "Be careful, my camera is expensive, worth thousands of dollars. If it breaks, you'll have to pay for it."
"Then I'll smash your camera," Laura retorted angrily.
Suddenly, a force pulled the male reporter away.
Derek, dressed in a black trench coat, grabbed the reporter's camera and smashed it on the ground, breaking it in two.
When they saw his face, no one dared to speak.
In the news industry, who didn't recognize this face? The President's son, rumored to be groomed to become the youngest President of Madison. Derek was already a minister at such a young age.
Although Derek usually kept a low profile and rarely appeared in public, no one dared to provoke him.
No one dared to underestimate him because of his age.
After all, the things Derek had accomplished in politics had nothing to do with his age.
Even those old politicians in their fifties and sixties didn't dare to go head-to-head with Derek.
Laura was also stunned, not expecting Derek to suddenly appear here. Shouldn't he be in his office?
She was used to Derek's gentle demeanor, but now Derek wasn't smiling, and his cold eyes really made her feel the aura of a President.
"You want compensation? I'll compensate you." Derek pulled out a card from his wallet, stuffed it into the male reporter's pocket, and then punched him. "Forgot to tell you, your injury compensation is also included."
The male reporter trembled, too scared to get up, fearing Derek would hit him again. "You can't hit me. I didn't do anything wrong. I was just doing a normal interview."
"Normal interview?" Derek grabbed another reporter's camera and pointed it at the male reporter's face, asking, "You call this a normal interview?"
The male reporter's face blushed, and the other reporters were too afraid to speak.
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