He pulled her back to lean against his shoulder, "Do you remember what I told you? I'll never make you do anything you don't want to. If you don't like the questions those people are asking, then next time, I assure you, they won't be in your face again."
When Balfour said he could do something, he meant it.
Ivy's heart raced at his words. She knew it wasn't right, but when she was cornered by that relentless bunch, she too had wished they would just vanish.
And Balfour certainly had the means to make it happen.
"Let it be," she sighed. "They have families to feed."
Balfour let out a weary breath. Ivy was still as innocent as ever, considering the well-being of others even when they had been nothing but pests to her.
Did they even give a moment's thought to her situation when they hounded her with their questions?
They were like flies, swarming wherever the heat was.
Calling themselves reporters, they had long lost any semblance of professional integrity.
Just slaves to the almighty dollar.
Ivy always felt uneasy about it, "Just keep them away from me, okay? Let them chase after whoever they want."
Balfour nodded, but his mind was already plotting. At the very least, he wanted those vultures to know the difference between what's fair game and what's off-limits.
He couldn't stand to see Ivy demeaned like that again.
Can’t those reporters truly dig up anything about her family on their own?
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