?<strong>Chapter 1150:</strong>


    Sadie guided Milly through the building. As they reached the first floor, they were confronted by a swarm of reporters from various outlets and fans, visibly upset after catching wind of the scandal.


    “What’s the real story behind your rtionship status, Miss Duncan?” A reporter’s voice cut through the chaos.


    “Miss Duncan, how do you respond to usations of deceiving your fanbase?”


    “In light of your fans’ disappointment, do you have any statement to make, Miss Duncan?”


    A storm of camera shes engulfed Milly as microphones were thrust toward her from every direction. Despite the presence of bodyguards, Sadie fought an uphill battle, trying to guide her to the waiting car.


    Milly clutched her phone, reviewing the damning footage the paparazzo had unleashed. Howard’s call hade momentster, and they’d agreed to strategize once they reached Edge Entertainment’s headquarters.


    Self-aware of her limitations in handling media crises, Milly fell into step behind Sadie, maintaining a diplomatic silence.


    The reporters’ desperation peaked as they watched their story slipping away behind a wall of bodyguards. In a moment of reckless frustration, one reporter hurled his notebook toward Milly, his usation piercing through the chaos.


    “Face your consequences, Milly! Did you think there wouldn’t be consequences for consorting with questionable characters?”


    “Which news outlet do you represent? Is this how you conduct journalism—by assaulting people?”


    Sadie’s heart nearly stopped. That notebook had been a missile aimed at Milly’s face. Thank heaven for Milly’s quick reflexes. Yet, while she’d dodged injury, the incident left everyone shaken.


    The reporter faltered momentarily under Sadie’s withering re. But seeing Milly unscathed fueled his audacity.


    “Don’t let your team deflect attention from the real issue, Milly!”


    “He’s clearly lost it,” Sadie muttered, frowning at Milly.


    “Let’s get out of here.”


    But Milly, who’d been the picture ofpliance moments before, defied Sadie’s urging and stood her ground.


    She turned, her once-warm features transforming into a mask of cial disdain. Her obsidian eyes locked onto the reporter withserlike intensity.


    The change in Milly’s demeanor sent a chill down even Sadie’s spine, leaving the belligerent reporter frozen in his tracks.


    A preternatural hush fell over the chaos as Milly’s prating gaze swept across the crowd, sending shivers down every spine present.


    With deliberate grace, Milly brushed aside Sadie’s protective arm. She retrieved the discarded notebook and advanced toward the reporter with measured steps, each click of her heels echoing in the silence.


    “What do you think you’re doing?”


    The reporter’s confidence wavered. In his career of ambushing fallen celebrities, he’d always yed the predator, watching them crumble under his aggressive tactics, exposing their vulnerabilities. But now, facing Milly’s death-ray re, he found himself cast in the role of prey. He involuntarily gulped as Milly halted mere feet away, her presence electric with controlled fury.


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