Amid all the inquiries, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my God, look, someone had a chance encounter with Ronan Keating! He brought a woman into the villa!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was startled and hurriedly took out their phones to check.
It turned out someone had just seen Ronan Keating with Yvette Ray, and given Claire Truman’s fame, many people were keeping an eye on Ronan and her.
Now, seeing that Ronan was absent from the press conference and appeared elsewhere with another woman, naturally, everyone was shocked.
Claire’s smile froze on her face.
She also took out her phone to look and instantly saw the photo.
Ronan Keating’s handsome face was cold, his cheekbones taut as he pulled Yvette towards the villa, clearly angry.
At this moment, the reporters all realized something was amiss.
Could this be big news!
Could that woman who broke the news be Ronan’s first love?
Wow! Ronan Keating abandoned the press conference with Claire Truman to reunite with his first love.
There was a clamor on the scene, and many reporters began to whisper among themselves.
"Oh my God, it’s true! Ronan Keating didn’t come because he was meeting another woman?"
"Didn’t Claire just say their relationship was harmonious? This feels like a slap in the face."
"Exactly, he didn’t even come to the press conference. How harmonious could they be? They’re probably just putting on appearances."
"Oh well, with wealthy family marriages, those in the know understand, no need for detailed explanation."
"Speaking of which, Claire is quite pitiable, hosting the press conference alone, forcing a smile."
Listening to these sarcastic or gloating discussions, Claire’s complexion turned deathly pale.
She glared fiercely at the photo on her phone, as if she could kill Yvette Ray through it.
Why was this happening!
Hadn’t Ronan already decided to attend the press conference with her? Why was he entangled with Yvette again?
Was Yvette pestering him relentlessly? Because she knew they were holding a press conference today.
Damn Yvette, how shameless she was.
Seeing Claire’s heartbroken expression, the reporters understood she likely wasn’t aware of this incident and was probably deceived.
They surged forward, eager to interview her.
Assistants and security personnel immediately stepped out to protect Claire, preventing the crowd from rushing her.
"Claire, does Ronan Keating still have contact with his first love? Will he attend your wedding?"
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Because of interference from Ronan’s father, the wedding was rescheduled, but whether Yvette Ray would show up to disrupt it on the day remained uncertain.
Claire clenched her fists and did not respond to the reporters, hastily leaving under the escort of bodyguards.
Back in the break room, Claire forcefully swept everything off the table onto the floor.
"Yvette Ray! Damn Yvette Ray!"
The assistant behind her watched her with a terrified expression, as if facing an abyss, afraid to approach.
Claire’s breathing was rapid as she took out her phone and dialed a number.
She spoke to the other party for a few minutes and received a satisfactory answer.
Claire transferred the deposit and finally sighed in relief.
"Hahaha, as long as Moira Ray is in trouble, Yvette will surely go mad."
Claire’s eyes flashed with madness, laughing wildly, exceedingly pleased.
This time she switched person to act, and surely wouldn’t fail again; she wanted Yvette to taste the agony of losing her beloved.