Chapter 265

"You asking something like that is already a violation of my privacy and reputation. Go tell your editor this: if I don’t sue your entire outlet to bankruptcy, my name’s not Caitlin Jordan." Samantha Quin stood there, pale and clearly drained, but there was a chill in the air around her, like winter had just swept in. Her eyes were sharp enough to cut, screaming 'mess with me and you’re done.' The reporter instantly felt suffocated, panic crawling up his throat. He shut up right away and clumsily backed off, hiding behind others. Samantha swept her gaze across the crowd, steadying herself against the wall. Though her body was about to collapse, there was an icy steel in her eyes, directed straight at the vultures in front of her. "My best friend’s lying unconscious in the ICU, and you're already here spinning stories about us? I seriously don’t get how you people can sleep at night. But listen up—smearing me and Vincent Lee like this? It comes with consequences. Every single one of you