Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 449 How Much Longer Should Her Torment Last?

“This article is proof!”

“Article?” Declan’s features twisted into an unamused glare. “I can write a hundred of those fake articles with a slightly different bend. People don’t even have to attach their real names to half of this trashy fake news now, let alone do old-fashioned things like corroborating it with solid evidence.

“Honestly, who gave you the right to harass someone innocent over some tabloid’s piss-poor excuse of

an article?”

“Mr. King

“You’re all right, Miss McKinnon. Ain’t no reason to play nice to *ssholes, right?” he replied reassuringly. “Wait, Miss ‘McKinnon’? Her name is McKinnon!?”

“What’s that to you, news as well?” Declan clapped back. “Should I call the cops and have them read her personal information to you too?”

woman finally quaked. Her friend tugged on her shirt, and they left in

crater had erupted from the inside of her skull. She had to

confused. “Someone’s got their eyes on

“What does that mean?”

have recognized you while you were walking around the hospital, taken your picture, and sold it to fake news agencies with sh*tty rep. They made a big story about you being Brighthall’s ex-wife, and you’re now back here

is especially true when one of the protagonists is

“You’re telling

to suppress the matter as much as we can on the Internet. We’ll come out with a clarification of some kind. Anything to lower

her voice trembling. Her fists were red from her force, and

worried about character assassinations or the threat to her freedom, but

have their operations on the same day. He should be inside

sheet. Her eyes were red. “Thank you, Mr. King. Please help me bury

a murderer, I

to doubt who she was. She