A big portion of the crowd was now curious about Stella.
“So is Ella Steele really Stella Sealey?”
“Of course she is! Didn’t she say so herself just now?”
“So it’s not really an engagement party, but more like an announcement of their remarriage, right?”
Now that Chris had taken Guinevere away, it was only natural that everyone started to turn their
attention to Stella.
“Was everything you claimed the truth, Miss Steele?”
“How should we address you now-Miss Steele or Miss Sealey?”
“I’m sorry,” replied Stella. With Chris and Guinevere gone, she had no desire to face any
confrontations. “I’m not in the mood to answer any of your questions right now.”
She then turned to leave after that, but the reporters still wouldn’t give up.
“Miss Sealey!” shouted one. “Please answer our questions ! If everything we learned was true, then
shouldn’t you hate Weston Ford? Why would you want to marry him now?”
“Why did you use the identity of Ella Steele to marry Weston Ford?”
“Have you changed your name permanently, or is Stella Sealey your old name and Ella Steele your
stage name?”
Dozens of cameras and microphones were aimed at her.
Those people who had been paid by Guinevere to do a live stream here initially felt aimless when
Guinevere had left, but even though they’d already been paid, they realized that they’d earn a thousand
times more money if they continued the livestream, so they remained there.
At the request of the live audience, one of the reporters sneaked in and approached Stella, asking her,
“Miss Steele, would you raise Weston Ford’s child with him once you got married?”
Stella did not answer, so he continued, “Zachary Ford is Weston and Guinevere’s son. Would you be
able to treat him as your own son?”
He added, “Would you treat Zachary Ford poorly because his mother is Guinevere?”
The questions she had received earlier had sounded as if they were borne out of innocent curiosity, but
the ones this man had just posed were obviously tinged with malice.
Stella was too exhausted to face them right now, so she turned away and ignored the reporter.
The man was not going to give up just yet, though. He kept the camera rolling and chased after Stella.
“Miss Steele,” he uttered again, “please answer our questions! Or do you find these questions too
difficult to answer? Why is that, Miss Steele? Miss Steele!”
“Who are you to force her to talk?”
Just as the man was firing questions at Stella, a large hand reached out and blocked the camera.
“What gave you the guts to be so bold?” the same voice asked.
The reporter turned around and saw Weston’s ruthless face glowering down at him. His oppressive and
intimidating aura completely overwhelmed him, giving him no courage to even look straight into
Weston’s eyes.
“I was only asking a few questions …” the man mumbled. His bold confidence , which had been so
prominent only seconds ago, was now completely gone. Instead, his voice now faltered, and he looked
meek.
“I don’t think you were on the guest list at all,” said Weston before snatching the man’s camera away
from him. .
“What are you doing?” the man responded in panic. He depended on that camera to make a living!
“Give it back to me!”
Stella glanced coldly at Weston and pursed her lips without saying anything. Weston shielded her
behind him, wrapped an arm around her body, and held her fast. With the other hand, he went through
the photos in the camera that he’d just confiscated from the reporter.
“You really are a gutsy one,” he sneered. There was not a trace of warmth in his voice. “Which
magazine do you work for?”
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