Moses cleared his throat lightly, signaling that he wanted to speak.
Everyone quieted down, simply pointing their recording pens or microphones at him.
"That’s right!" he spoke up loudly, "We know each other, and have known each other for a very long time!"
The crowd sensed the big news lurking behind his words, their eyes shining with anticipation.
"So, Mr. Moses, does that mean you and Miss Gan have an intimate relationship?" a female reporter asked in a sharp voice.
"Of course." Moses replied with a smile, "Our relationship is very close."
The assistant frowned, watching Moses with a sense of incomprehension.
Such an answer could easily leave a lot of room for the reporters to speculate—was he deliberately targeting Gan Yuan?
The reporters were already beyond excited. As soon as Moses finished speaking, another reporter immediately asked loudly.
"Mr. Moses, do you like Miss Gan?"
"Yes!" Moses responded with certainty, "I like her, very much. She is an extremely important presence in my life."
The reporters nearly went mad; they had covered so many scandals, discovered so many affairs, and never once had the subjects responded so readily with an affirmation. This was definitely a first.
"What is your connection with her?"
"How long have you two been together?"
"So you’re saying, you knew Miss Gan before the Duke did?"
"Were you really together last night?"
"As we know, Miss Gan has a child, are you the father of that child?"
Countless questions followed one after another.
This time, however, Moses fell silent.
"So, Gan Yuan must be a mercenary woman, that’s why she abandoned you..." A male reporter didn’t even finish his sentence when Moses grabbed his throat in a grip, the rest of the question stuck in his throat, turning into a fit of coughing.
"Don’t you dare slander her!" Moses said, his eyes coldly fixed on the man’s, "All the women in the world combined aren’t worth one of her hairs..."
With his throat seized tightly, in excruciating pain and struggling to breathe, the reporter couldn’t speak, merely trying in vain to pull at Moses’ arm with his palms.
But unfortunately, there was no way he could compete with Moses’ strength—the reporter’s hands grew weaker, his face turning from pale to red, then slowly into purple.
"Sir!" the assistant, noticing his distress, rushed over to grab his arm, "Calm down... let go... please, let go!"
This was happening in front of a public audience—if Moses really did something out of line, it would be very hard to recover from the situation.
Moses suppressed his anger, flung the male reporter away, and several bodyguards, at a signal from the assistant, rushed over to shield Moses, separating him from the reporters and leading him towards the hotel lobby.
The assistant protected Moses as they left the crowd of reporters, stretching out a palm to block those who wanted to follow.
"I apologize, but Mr. Moses is not available for further interviews right now. We will hold a press conference at an appropriate time to explain the details to everyone."
"Mr. Moses, you and Miss Gan..."
"Mr. Moses, will you compete with the Duke..."
The reporters surged forward, but were stopped at the door by the hotel security.
The assistant followed Moses into the elevator, only to see him leaning against the elevator wall, his right hand on his chest, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.
"Sir!" he immediately rushed over, supporting Moses’ arm, "Are you alright..."
Moses took a deep breath and shook off his arm, standing up straight again.
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