The noisy discussions in the audience gave Bryce Xavier a bad feeling.
Sure enough, a female fan sitting at the back suddenly stood up and shrieked.
"This is deception. She hasn’t said anything, but she is deliberately misleading us. Disgusting, perverted!!"
"Exactly, we demand an apology from Bella Green. An apology is necessary!"
"If her lie hadn’t been exposed, would she have continued deceiving us? How can a person like her justify our admiration?"
Several young girls in the back stood up, screaming uncontrollably, and some were so overwhelmed that they burst into tears.
The scene took Bryce Xavier by surprise; if it were the reporters, he could refute them straight away.
But these were Bella Green’s fans. Even though he had a bad temper, he couldn’t recklessly argue with them.
A well-arranged press conference suddenly took a different turn, and the atmosphere became heavy at once.
The host, holding the microphone, was also at a loss, as they were supposed to bring the actors on stage after interviewing Bryce Xavier.
But now, she was somewhat unsure of how to proceed.
Seeing their silence, those few fans instantly became dissatisfied, and someone took the lead in shouting for an apology.
Soon, the entire venue echoed endlessly with the two-word chant like a slogan.
Bryce Xavier’s face darkened, watching the reporters who joined in the uproar, almost unable to resist the urge to kick each one out.
The relentless shouting made Bryce Xavier grab the microphone from the host, just about to speak, when suddenly the uniform chanting abruptly stopped.
Everyone’s gaze turned in one direction, even Fiona Grantham was incredulous, her eyes widened to the point of nearly losing composure and standing up from her chair.
Bryce Xavier also turned his head in confusion, his eyes instantly widening, almost dropping the microphone.
On one side of the stage, a pink figure walked up unhurriedly, with every step capturing everyone’s attention. Get full chapters from 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
The peach pink dress hugged the girl’s graceful silhouette, and although the difficult-to-pull-off color could have easily seemed garish, it only highlighted the girl’s already fair skin, making it appear even more pure and porcelain-like.
As the petal patterns on the hem of her dress moved with her steps, a single phrase seemed to appear in everyone’s mind.
A trail of flowers with every step, perhaps .
Her long hair was left untouched in an uncurled, slightly unkempt manner, with a wreath made from peach blossom branches resting on her head,
and varying shades of flower petals adoring her wavy locks.
When the girl reached the center of the stage and faced the audience, a sweet smile appeared, rendering a feeling that nearly stopped everyone’s breath.
Her makeup was unique, not heavy, yet possessing an indescribable allure.
No heavy black eyeliner or exquisite red lips, her complexion was astonishingly clean with only a flick of pink eyeliner extending from her eye corners and a hand-painted peach blossom at the corner of one eye.
Simply standing there quietly, she was so beautiful that no one could bear to speak a harsh word to her.
The girl was stunning, like a bewitching fairy, yet lacked that bewitching, sinister aura characteristic of such beings.
She seemed like a sprite who had recently transformed into human form, inexperienced in the world, exuding natural charm yet pure like unsullied clear skies.
Seductively charming, naively innocent.
Two inherently contradictory styles clearly appeared in this girl who was akin to a little peach blossom fairy, without the slightest sense of dissonance.
Instead, it seemed as though these two temperaments could blend together harmoniously by their very nature.
Bella Green glanced at Bryce Xavier, who hadn’t yet returned to his senses, smiled, took the microphone directly from his hands, and then looked down at the audience.
Everyone’s attention was drawn to her action, and they eagerly awaited to know what she would say.
Or rather, the voice of this Peach Demon...