The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 560

Paige threw herself in front of Allison. Her face was glistening with sweat. “Allison, you better head upstairs now. Ugh, would you vultures from the press give it a rest already? Security, hey, security, get over here!”

At the back entrance of Epic Entertainment, several security guards rushed over, forming a protective barrier between Allison and the relentless media, escorting her inside. Allison’s lips were pressed tightly together. Her gaze was fixed on the pushy reporters, whose hungry eyes were eager for scandal at any cost. Her fingers clenched into tight fists.

“What have I got to say?” Allison scoffed. Her voice was dripping with disdain. “I should be asking you what you’re so desperate to ask by camping out here. You want to know if the person in those photos is me? What’s it to you? Oh, what, is the guy in the pictures your husband or your dad? Is that why you’re buzzing around like flies, waiting for me to show up every day? Those pictures aren’t of me, so they’re none of your business. If you want to be real journalists, you don’t take these shady shortcuts. The buzz around celebrities is fleeting. Just a few days ago, there was a tragic car accident on Main Street that claimed the lives of two expectant mothers. Why aren’t you reporting that? Or the child abuse case over in Oakwood district. Why aren’t you all over that story? And what about the scandal at Sunny Meadows Nursing Home, where the manager was found mixing glue into the residents’ food? Why aren’t you hounds chasing down that news?”

Her voice resonated clearly. Each word landed with a thud. A hush fell upon the media. They seemed to freeze in place.

Sophie, with a microphone in hand, flushed with embarrassment. She hadn’t felt this humiliated and uneasy in a long time. She came to dig up an exclusive, to unveil Allison’s scandal, but now, it seemed as if she was the one getting embarrassed. Allison was clad in a sleek silver hoodie and jeans. Her face was partially hidden by sunglasses and a beanie. Her exposed skin was glowing, and her red lips curled into a mocking sneer. She stared at Sophie as if she was watching a pitiful jester.

Sophie’s grip on the microphone trembled with rage.