Chapter 382
Birgitte, while lifting her eyelids to give the reporter a lazy glance, said, “I’m easygoing, not a saint. If I slapped you right now and then rallied everyone to praise you for being so generous and forgiving, would you really just let it slide?”
The reporter forced a smile, but he still wouldn’t let it go. He asked, “Ms. Cherniavsky, you only got dragged into that mess because of Ms. Miller’s personal issues. Are you honestly not bothered at all?”
Birgitte looked at him for a couple of seconds. “Nope.”
“You’re openly falling out with the Yurchenko family like this. Aren’t you afraid they’ll retaliate?”
“That all depends on whether Quantavius can stay in prison.”
“We don’t know what exactly Quantavius did, so let’s not get into that. But the Yurchenko family isn’t just him. What if the same kind of trouble happens again?”
“Then you can come ask me again when it does.”
The reporter was left at a loss for words, stumbling over his own questions. He thought, ‘Is Birgitte even a woman? How does she manage to answer all these questions like a machine, not showing a single hint of emotion?’
Resigned, he gave up trying to throw any more tough questions her way. “I’d like to ask Ms. Miller, what’s your take on the recent pregnancy rumors about Trevor? Even though you and the Wilson Group aren’t exactly on good terms, technically, Trevor is still your brother,” he said.
Aubree frowned. “First of all, I don’t have a brother. Secondly, as it happens, on my way from Rithol City, I ran into someone. Maybe you should go ask her about it instead.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the doors to the auditorium were pushed open once more. A collective gasp filled the room.
Standing at the entrance, head down and dressed in baggy clothes, was none other than Sophia Hunt–the very person every entertainment reporter would kill to get an interview with. She was led in by bodyguards.
Aubree reached out and took Sophia’s hand. “If you have something to say, just say it. The reporters here will have your back.”
Sophia finally lifted her head, her eyes already red and puffy. “Please, help me. I don’t want to lose my baby.”
A reporter thought, ‘Holy crap, what is even happening right now? We had only come hoping to get the scoop on Aubree’s fallout with the Wilson family. Who could’ve guessed we’d end up landing an exclusive with Sophia? This is a bombshell the moment she opens her mouth!’
“I ran into Sophia at the airport on my way to Südlichen Strand. She seemed like she was trying to avoid someone,” Aubree said, gently patting Sophia’s shoulder as if to comfort her.
Sophia’s eyes filled with tears. “I really appreciate Ms. Miller stepping in to help me. Trevor doesn’t want to take responsibility, and his manager, Skyler Huber, threatened me through texts. He said if I didn’t cooperate and help Trevor smooth things over with the public, then…”
She broke down into sobs, unable to continue. After all, she was once a public figure. She knew exactly how to tug at people’s heartstrings.
“Ms. Hunt, do you have any evidence for what you just said?” a reporter asked.
Sophia hesitated.
“If you can’t show any proof, isn’t it fair to wonder if, like the rumors say, you’re just trying to use the baby as your ticket into the Wilson family?” another reporter pressed.
Sophia’s hesitation just made her an even easier target for the reporters. No matter what, Trevor still had the Wilson family backing him, so they wouldn’t dare go too far with him. But Sophia was a different story. As the other main person in all this, and with no powerful connections, they went all out with the sharpest questions they could come up with.
A reporter asked, “Sophia, was this whole pregnancy just a setup from the very beginning to get at Trevor?”
Another asked, “You vanished from the spotlight after the awards show. Aren’t you afraid to show your face now? Or is it that you’ve finally found someone powerful to back you up, so you think you can act without fear?”