Faced with a barrage of such questions, James Grant’s expression grew colder and colder, his eyes filled with icy chill.
But Lynn Yates smiled serenely, without a hint of panic: "Ladies and gentlemen, could you ask your questions one by one? I can’t hear anything ."
Her half-teasing words eased the tense atmosphere slightly, eliciting good-natured laughter from the media.
A female reporter at the front of the crowd seized the opportunity and hurriedly asked: "Miss Yates, do you know that Mr. Grant visited The Orchard Gardens three days ago to see a woman with the surname Clay? Are you aware that Mr. Grant has been unfaithful?"
This question was full of insinuation, but Lynn Yates was not someone to be led by such tricks.
She smiled slightly, "First, I need to correct you. It’s not a matter of whether I know James was unfaithful; I’m quite certain he wasn’t."
The reporter pressed further: "Why are you so sure?"
"That ties into your first question." Lynn Yates smirked slightly, "Three days ago, he went to The Orchard Gardens to see a mutual friend of ours, Evelyn Clayton. She recently held a sensational show, which I’m sure you’ve all heard about."
"After the show, Evelyn felt unwell. I was busy with work, so after discussing with James, he went to visit her on our behalf. I don’t see any problem with that, do you?"
Lynn Yates was clear and assertive, leaving no room for speculation by the reporters. The most update n0vels are published on novel•fire.net
The reporters were not satisfied, so someone loudly questioned: "We’ve heard that Mr. Grant had a past with this Miss Clayton before getting engaged to you. Are you able to accept your fiancé still interacting with his ex?"
Lynn Yates smiled even more, "That’s quite contradictory, isn’t it? You say James had a past with Miss Clayton. What do you mean by ’past’? Romantic involvement is the past, friendship is the past, business collaboration is also the past. Naturally, I won’t restrict James’s past in any way; we’re looking toward the future, aren’t we?"
"Moreover, who do you mean by ’ex’? Surely you’re not referring to Miss Clayton? And you mentioned it’s hearsay. Since when did reporters report news using vague terms like ’hear’?"
Lynn Yates smiled warmly and politely, softly delivering a verbal jab to the reporter.
The reporters below burst into an uproar, dissatisfied: "Miss Yates, are you sure the things you’re saying today aren’t prearranged with Mr. Grant to cover for him?"
Finally, James Grant could no longer tolerate it.
He looked coldly at that reporter and suddenly spoke, his voice low and mocking: "Even if Lynn wants to cover for me, what business is it of yours? What, you won’t believe anything we say unless you can put the blame on someone else and make everyone happy?"
The reporter was at a loss for words, trying to say something but James Grant cut them off again.
"If you don’t believe us, then call the police. See if they’ll bother with such trivial matters. And if they don’t, maybe they could execute me, and your reports would be even more sensational." James Grant sneered coldly.
Upon hearing this, the reporter’s face turned red, unable to utter a word for quite some time.
Lynn Yates nearly lost her composure with laughter.
It wasn’t that she was angry with James Grant’s sudden outburst; it was just that his unreasonable and obstinate attitude was something she’d never seen before—there was something a bit humorous about its novelty.
Lynn Yates composed herself more seriously, bringing the interview to a close.
"All right, everyone, you’ve asked your questions, and we’ve answered them. If you still don’t believe us, there’s really nothing more we can do."
"In any case, I’d just like to say that Evelyn is also my friend. Seeing her being innocently targeted by unscrupulous reporters and media has made me anxious and distressed. Not to mention the public’s scorn and baseless rumors. I hope everyone will stop jumping to conclusions based on appearances."