Chapter 988 “Hero Time”
Chapter 988 “Hero Time”
Chapter 988 “Hero Time”
Doyle was ultimately persuaded by Besse. When he left, he repeatedly reminded her to take good care
of herself, not to force herself and not to solve anything that she couldn't handle. He promised to come
back as soon as he finished dealing with the group's affairs. Besse nodded and saw Doyle off.
After Doyle left, Besse also left the airport on her way back to the hotel. However, a group of reporters
suddenly rushed towards her just as she stepped out of the airport. Her eyes narrowed at how well-
informed they were about her whereabouts.
She was instantly surrounded by them.
"Miss Besse, do you have anything you want to say about plagiarizing designer Phantom's work?"
"Miss Besse, will Karami directly remove the Angel series from their shelves?"
"Miss Besse, did you ever think that your plagiarism would be exposed when copying Phantom's
work?"
Countless questions drowned out Besse.
She looked coldly at the excited reporters in front of her for a long time before one asked again, "Miss
Besse, can you please answer our questions?"
"How can I answer all your questions when all you do is talk nonsense?!" Besse snapped back with an
irritated and overwhelmed-looking.
The reporters were taken aback and looked at each other before falling silent.
Besse continued speaking, "Firstly regarding my Angel series being accused of plagiarism from
Phantom's, I admit there are many similarities between our works but the Angel series is indeed my
design. I am also puzzled why our works are so similar..."
"Are you really puzzled or just trying to cover up?" interrupted another reporter rudely.
"I stayed in Northfield after this incident because I wanted to find out what happened." Continued
Besse.
"You stayed because maybe it's just a threat against Phantom since Phantom is still an unknown small
designer while someone like yourself who is already famous does not need such petty competition."
Said another reporter smugly.
"If Phantom isn't capable enough then doesn't Northfield have any capability either?" retorted Besse.
"On your turf here in Northfield, what else could I possibly do to bully Phantom?!"
"What are your plans now that you've decided to stay behind?" asked yet another reporter.
"If it is indeed my fault, I will apologize and may even resign from my job at Karami. But if it's not my
fault, of course, I will fight for my rights."
"Phantom's work was from 8 years ago, and you released your work recently. What else needs to be
said?" The journalist sneered.
"So you've already decided that I plagiarized? What's the point of me saying anything now?" Besse
spoke slowly and with great force.
The journalist was left speechless by her response.
"Excuse me!" Besse didn't want to waste any more time with the journalists; it was clear they wouldn't
understand her.
But the journalists weren't going to let her go so easily. They blocked her path and continued to
provoke her, "Miss Besse, are you feeling ashamed? As an internationally renowned designer, this
scandal has damaged your reputation."
"You just said that you would voluntarily resign from Karami. Is that voluntary or were you fired by
them? You're just trying to save face!"
"Karami has suffered significant losses because of you. They can't just let this go without holding
someone responsible."
"Are you still in Northfield because Karami no longer accepts you..."
Besse was truly annoyed with the journalists. They purposely looked for contradictions to make their
news more sensational. She looked at the reporters who had surrounded her and demanded, "Move
aside!"
"Miss Besse, please answer our questions."
"Is there no law in Northfield anymore?" Her eyes narrowed as she spoke sharply. "Can I sue all of you
for violating my human rights?"
"We just want to know the truth about what happened." One reporter replied defensively.
"That's something for the police to investigate. When did it become your job?"
The reporters were starting to feel uneasy under her intense gaze.
"One last time, move aside!" Her eyes turned cold as she emitted an aura that made people shiver.
In reality, even though they were reporters who weren't afraid of much, they never expected a foreigner
like Besse could be so bold on their turf.
Despite being deadlocked like this, neither side wanted back down. The journalists felt somewhat
indignant.
How could a foreigner be so arrogant on their territory?
Besse waited for two minutes. Seeing that the reporters in front of her showed no sign of backing
down, she picked up her phone to call the police. Just as she was about to take action, someone
suddenly pushed the reporters away.
The reporter was caught off guard and Besse was also surprised. She watched as a man wearing a
duckbill cap and a mask appeared in front of her and took her hand, pulling her away from the
reporters.
The reporters were stunned by his strong presence. He was not someone they wanted to mess with. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
They watched as he led Besse into a black car and drove off.
Once inside the car, Besse shook off Oscar's hand. She knew it was Oscar Wells; no one else had that
kind of aura.
"How am I supposed to deal with this? The reporters will write all sorts of things about me if you take
me away like this, Mr Commander!" Besse asked him sternly.
She had just seen him push aside the reporters who almost fell over in shock. Anyone looking for an
angle could easily spin it so that it looked like she hired people to attack the journalists.
Oscar looked at Besse and saw how angry she was trying hard to suppress it all inside herself. He took
off his hat and mask, thinking maybe she didn't recognize him, just like she didn't recognize him last
time at the amusement park.
"Are you doing this on purpose just because I'm discrediting a designer of your country? Can't you stop
being so sneaky?" Besse said sarcastically.
She couldn't help but feel angry after being exposed for plagiarism; she had been suppressing her
anger until now even when confronted by journalists earlier today. But facing Oscar right now made
everything boil over uncontrollably within herself.
"No." Said Oscar.
"What do you mean?"
"I won't let them report anything," Oscar said while staring at her eyes. His words were low but resolute,
"I won't let them report anything."