Chapter 142

Chapter 142:
“Yeah, the last group photo just wrapped up. They’ll be outside any minute now.”
“Stay alert, everyone. The second they step out, grab the best angle!”
“Understood!”
Just then, the villa’s heavy doors, shut tight all night, slowly began to swing open.
No sooner had anyone stepped out than a wave of reporters surged forward, closing in on the mansion’s front steps.
Bright flashes fired off relentlessly, and the noise from the shouting crowd made it almost impossible to think. Microphones were thrust forward, and voices competed for attention. “Can you share what just happened in there?”
Other reporters shouted over the din, “We could hear cheers from all the way outside! What’s the story with the drones and fireworks? Please give us some details!”
Questions came from every direction. “Excuse me, one more question…” The guests barely had time to get their bearings before they were boxed in by journalists desperate for any scrap of new information.
Most faces showed confusion, even among those who expected a little media attention; no one could have predicted such a mob.
Costumes of every color filled the scene, and someone even brought along a barking dog, which seemed just as interested as the press.
The animal’s barking grew louder every time someone glanced its way.
Camera flashes bathed the entryway in white light, turning night into day. This was exactly what greeted Millie and Charles as they emerged from the mansion. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on.net
Surprise widened Millie’s eyes, hidden just behind her mask.
She barely had a moment to process before a wave of reporters pressed in, some actually brandishing the dog as part of the spectacle.
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A chorus of barking met Millie’s startled gaze.
Cries rang out. “That’s Serena Ellsworth!”
“Serena, can you share what just took place inside?”
“And Mr. Evans, your family’s charity auction seems to have sparked quite the uproar. What happened?”
The flood of questions and people was unending. Charles set his jaw, gently shouldering his way through the mass to shield Millie.
Without hesitating, Charles pulled out his phone and tried to contact security. Inside, new protocols had already been set in motion. Extra guards were on their way, summoned from nearby.
Unfortunately, the reinforcements hit a wall—crowds blocked every route before they could even get close.
Every inch of hillside around the mansion had become a trap, with reporters forming an impenetrable ring.
Taking in the crush of bodies, Charles could hardly contain his exasperation. He barked into his phone, urgency in every syllable. “Send the helicopter, now! The rooftop’s big enough to land on. Just get it here!”
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