Chapter 99
“Rebekah! How could you be so vicious? Candice is your sister! Do you have any idea what you’ve just done? You could have ruined her life p>
He didn’t have time to deal with Rebekah. He swept Candice into his arms and rushed toward the exit, shouting over his shoulder, “We’ll settle this later p>
A group of reporters, who had been invited to the other event, saw the commotion and swarmed forward, their cameras flashing. They surrounded Rebekah.
“I know you! You’re Rebekah Fletcher, the one who was charged with that hit-and- run four months ago. You used to be a famous dancer, but you were injured in prison. Are you trying to hurt your sister now out of jealousy p>
“Miss Fletcher, we heard the family of the victim you killed is no longer in The Capital. Did you force them out p>
“Miss Fletcher, how can you act so brazenly after taking a life? Is it because you have the Fletcher and Forrester families to protect you p>
The reporters who gained access to these exclusive events were relentless. Rebekah backed away, but they pressed in, a pack of wolves closing in on their prey, trapping her in a circle of flashing lights and shouted questions.
“I wasn’t the one who killed him,” she said, her voice trembling.
“The police have already closed the case. Are you suggesting they made a mistake, Miss Fletcher p>
Her denial was cut short. The designers who hadn’t left yet stood at a distance, watching the spectacle unfold. They had just been admiring this newcomer’s talent, but now they saw her for what she really was: a jealous, malicious woman who would attack her own sister in public. Not only that, but she was a convicted criminal who had used her family’s power to silence her victim’s family.
Someone like that could only have gotten into the conference through connections. Was it Mr. Quinn? Or someone from the Hawthorne
Group? They whispered amon
themselves, their gazes turning from admiration to contempt.
Rebekah felt trapped, the microphones practically shoved in her face. She was alone, helpless, with no idea what to do.
“What do you think you’re doing p>
Quentin’s voice, cold and sharp, cut through the chaos. The reporters froze, and the noisy lobby fell silent Rebekah seized the opportunity and slipped out of the circle. As she looked up her eyes met Jensen’s dark, intense gaze. He was standing next to Quentin, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, exuding an air of innate authority. She was stunned. What was he doing here?
Quentin addressed the reporters, a smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes. “You were invited here as guests. Did you ask my permission before harassing another one of my guests p>
As a shareholder of the hotel and
the heir to one of The Capital’s wealthiest families, Quentin was not someone the media could afford to cross After he had dismissed them, he turned to Rebekah Are alright?”
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Rebekah shook her head. “Thank you p>
“Don’t worry about it. The media will say anything for a story. The people who spread these rumors will be held accountable p>
Rebekah was surprised by his unwavering belief in her. “Why do you trust me so much p>
“Because you’re Jensen’s friend, of course! And he only keeps good company p>
Jensen ignored Quentin’s remark, his focus solely on Rebekah. “Let’s go. We’ll leave together p>