Daphne received Stella's call as soon as she arrived at the press at 2 p.m.
"What's wrong, Ms. Radomil?"
"Nothing. I come to see you."
Daphne froze at the words, looking around and finding Stella not far away.
She quickly put away her phone and ran over, asked in surprise with a smile, "Why are you here?"
"I happened to be passing by here, you…."
Stella's eyes fell on her neck.
Daphne had worn a scarf to cover her apparent pinch wound. Still, it scattered in her haste to run over
just now, so Stella saw it immediately at a glance.
Noticing her gaze, Daphne pulled the scarf upwards easily, "It's nothing big. It doesn't hurt at all."
Stella said softly, "Sorry."
"Why are you…?"
"It all started because of Justin. We are totally responsible."
Daphne waved. "Don't think like that. I'm grateful to you for offering me the news. As a journalist,
there's nothing more enjoyable for us than getting first-hand information."
Stella smiled, "I was going to invite you for dinner, but you seem busy."
"Well, the editor-in-chief has a new story for me to follow, which is not far from here. I'll treat you next
time."
"It's okay. What matters is your safety." Stella looked behind and continued, "We've been looking for
Harris, so our men will keep you safe while looking for a chance to catch him."
Stella pondered all night and decided to talk to Daphne about it. Otherwise, she would be scared if two
strange boys followed her.
Hearing this, Daphne nodded lightly. "Alright. I will cooperate with you to catch him as soon as possible.
Thus, I will get exclusive break news."
Stella smiled, hugged her and said in a slow voice, "No matter what happens, your safety is the most
important. Protect yourself to have more time to do things you want to."
Daphne faintly froze at her words, then she patted her, "Thank you. I will."
Stella let her go a moment later, "Alright, I won't bother you. Get to work."
Daphne checked the time, which was indeed a bit late. She waved at Stella as she ran, shouting,
"Goodbye!"
As she left, the two men also immediately followed her.
After Stella got into the car, Clarence asked, "Relieved now?"
She smiled at him, "You came because you worried about it, right?"
Clarence held her hand, "I'm worried about you."
"Don't be silly. I know you well."
Although Daphne had investigated the problems of the New Coast on her own and dug it out by asking
Stella, it was Clarence who had given Stella a lot of the inside information at first.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been at the forefront.
Clarence would never let an innocent person be implicated because of him.
Stella looked out and said with emotion, "Daphne is the most righteous and impulsive girl I've ever
seen."
"You were also quite impulsive. Otherwise, how could you have persevered until you met me?"
Stella was speechless.
What nonsense was he talking about?
Clarence continued, "I regret that I didn't meet you before then."
Before Jeffrey owed a million dollars to loan sharks, she was a girl who loved life and was full of hope
for the future and even had the opportunity to study in Paris.
Whereas all were ruined by Jeffrey and him.
Stella tilted her head to look at him. "Why are you suddenly getting melodramatic?"
Clarence was silent.
He coughed with one hand against his lips and said to the driver, "Let's go."
The driver immediately responded.
Stella snickered. It was easy for him to say sweet words, but he was implicit when he talked about his
deepest true feelings.
He would be shy.
Clarence was articulate when he expressed himself.
...
Daphne arrived at Steve Billings's studio and registered. Then the receptionist said, "Wait a moment,
Steve is talking to the lawyer."
Daphne nodded. "Okay."
She sat down on the sofa next to her and looked through the interview outline.
After waiting for a few minutes, the receptionist called her, "You can go in now."
Daphne thanked her and then walked into the office under the guidance of the receptionist.
"Hello, I'm a reporter from the City N Press."
Halfway through her words, she found another person in the room, and her eyes widened slightly with
surprise.
The remaining words drowned soundlessly in her throat.
Donald was also surprised to see her, "How did you…."
Steve observed them and pushed his glasses. "Do you know each other?"
Donald took off the gold-rimmed glasses and said indifferently, "We've contacted a few times because
of work, but not familiar."
Daphne was tongue-tied and finally nodded gently, "Yes."
Donald said, "That's all for now, then. I have things to do."
Steve ordered the receptionist to See Donald off for him.
Then he turned to Daphne, "This way, please."
Daphne nodded slightly and sat down, trying her best to control not to look at Donald.
After the door closed, Steve said, "Sorry to keep you waiting. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
Daphne took out her recorder, "I'm fine. Let's get started."
Steve smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Daphne asked the questions according to the outline, but Steve always answered with ease and
without revealing anything.
He acted sad and regretful about his wife's death.
It seemed he was innocent.
After the interview finished, Daphne stood up. "Thank you for your cooperation. I will send you the
script for checking, and I will publish it only after you are sure."
Steve shook with her. "Thank you."
Daphne smiled lightly. "A pleasure. I'm just reporting the facts."
Steve was stunned before he said, "You are right."
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