Loving You In Secret

Chapter 269

Half an hour later, Mister Kirby completed all the necessary procedures to release Vicky on parole.

“Alright, let’s go.”

She looked up at him and whispered, “Thank you.”

He glanced at the time. “What do you feel like eating? Let’s have dinner.”

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He interrupted her. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve eaten?”

She looked away guiltily.

Knowing that he was right judging from the look on her face, he said, “I’ve asked the officers, and you’ve been questioned in the station for the entire day.”

“What does that have to do with…whether I’ve eaten or not?”

“This isn’t a hotel. They don’t just give you what you want, so I assumed that you haven’t eaten.’

Indeed, Vicky had not eaten much throughout the day. “How did you know that?”

The look in his eyes darkened. Instead of answering, he started walking and said, “Let’s go. I’m starving.’

She remained standing in place and watched as he walked away in confusion.

‘Am I just mistaken, or is he in a bad mood all of a sudden?’ she thought to herself.

At the restaurant, they ordered and dined. By the time they finished dinner, it was past ten at night.

Mister Kirby’s phone rang as they walked out of the restaurant, and he hinted that he needed to take a call before walking over to a quiet corner.

Knowing better than to follow him, she waited.

Snap!

Just then, a flash of light blinded her for a moment, and before she could register what had happened, a group of reporters charged toward her.

Within a matter of seconds, she was surrounded.

“Miss Shaw, who is that gentleman dining with you earlier? Is that your boyfriend?”

“Miss Shaw, we heard that you’ve been flirting with Charlie and Edward when you worked as a crew member. How many lovers do you have?”

“Miss Shaw, are you trying to marry into a wealthy family by seducing Mister Hart? Do you not know that he is married?”

“We saw you being taken away by the police… Have you really attempted murder?”

Countless questions overwhelmed her as the reporters desperately tried to move their cameras and microphones even just an inch closer to her.

They had not done anything out of line but were more organized compared to frantic fans, forming a circle within mere seconds around Vicky to prevent her from escaping.

By the time Vicky came to realize what was happening, it was too late.

She scowled. “The crew will soon organize a press conference and answer all of your questions.”

The reporters refused to back away and proceeded with even worse questions.

“Miss Shaw, do you not know that it’s immoral to get involved with a married man? Have you no shame at all?”

As she was being pushed around, her ears were filled with insulting questions.