Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Seeing that he finally backed down, Elspeth breathed a sigh of relief, and she walked up to the journalist after realizing he had no intentions of leaving while the others were already gone.

"Excuse me, but if I'm not mistaken, you are a journalist from ‘Moments Unveiled, right?"

The journalist, thinking highly of himself, raised his chin.

"So what if I am?"

At that, Elspeth clicked her tongue twice.

"In that case, do you know which company ‘Moments Unveiled’ belongs to?"

"And how could I not know that?!"

"In that case, what was your intention in coming here to provoke me?"

"When have I done that?" the journalist retorted with a stiff upper lip.

"I was simply asking a few questions, and you didn't provide me with any specific answers, did you?"

"Just asking a few questions, huh? The hostility in your tone nearly hit me in the face!"

Elspeth sneered, feeling disgusted by his words.

"Are you here to accuse me now?"

Elspeth shook her head in response.

"You're mistaken. I didn't come to accuse you."

The journalist, thinking Elspeth was backing down, was prepared to give her an out.

"I know ‘Moments Unveiled’ is owned by a big conglomerate, and I'm sure you won't make things difficult for me."

"Looks like you don’t get what I mean."

Elspeth smirked, listening to his laughable words and observing his ridiculous behavior.

"What do you mean, Miss Lynwood?"

is Federick Seanzy, isn't

with relief when he thought the

"Yes.What's wrong with that?"

that

stunned, never expecting

the two of you be friends? You two have

just a small journalist there.How could you possibly know who

even if Elspeth and Federick were friends, she wouldn't have the power to make him resign

going to use

burst

at? Is there something wrong with what

not understanding what was

she stared into his eyes, showing a hint of authority despite her calm

I truly want is to make

Elspeth waved her hand, and someone behind her stepped forward and

the contrast in their sizes making

"What are you doing?!"

bodyguard with her eyes, and the

me?! Do you know I can

care about his

me ask you this, then.Who sent you here

journalist spat fiercely and retorted, "As if I will tell you anything, given how you're treating

Are you expecting me to

law.Continue to treat me like this,

only found his

wouldn't be so sure if I were

"Perhaps you've heard of the Evil

on the journalist's face froze at once.He had certainly heard of the terrifying Evil Wind Sect, but he always thought it was too far removed from his own

seemingly harmless

relationship with this

within the

It's right in front of you

immune to such things now, but she was still

you