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Chapter 557:
However, once outside, his curiosity got the better of him, and he checked his phone immediately.
To his surprise, the post had evolved into an entire fan fiction saga inspired by the rumors surrounding Cedric
and Daniela.
Sof the scenes were undeniably provocative, enough to leave anyone blushing.
By the tten o'clock rolled around, the secretary had caught up on the latest updates.
Now it made sense why Cedric had been so absorbed in his phone—he had been reading too.
Meanwhile, fresh news began to make the rounds.
This time, it was about Joyce and a man caught in a steamy hotel rendezvous. Late-night footage revealed Joyce
pressed against the window, the man just behind her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis scandal exploded online, gaining as much traction as Daniela’s rejection of Alexander.
The screenshots from the footage spread like wildfire, quickly paired with the auof Joyce's confession about
setting fire to Daniela’s wedding.
Before long, Olisvine was ablaze with gossip, as everyone echoed that Joyce had gotten exactly what she
deserved.
Daniela arrived at the Harper family villa to find Katrina kneeling at the entrance.
When Daniela stepped out of the car, Katrina immediately surged forward, desperation in her voice.
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“Daniela, please, | beg you. Spare Joyce. I'm the one to blame. Everything is my fault!” Coldness filled Daniela’s
eyes.
Just as she opened her mouth to respond, Cedric appeared from the car behind her.
Rather than approaching Daniela, he made his way to a large tree across the street.
There, he seized a man with a camera hanging around his neck and dragged him toward Daniela.
“Mr. Phillips...”
With a chilling look, Cedric’s gaze froze the unlucky reporter in place. Meanwhile, the secretary, still seated in the
car, sighed in sympathy for the man’s misfortune.
“Which media outlet are you from?” Cedric asked, his voice sharp, cold, and lacking any hint of compassion.
The reporter, sensing the danger, tried to escape, but Cedric caught him by the collar, holding him firmly in
place.
Glimpsing the press badge pinned to the man’s chest, Cedric turned to his secretary, who had just left the car.
“Do you have the number for Blaze Media's head?”
The secretary handed Cedric the phone number.
Without hesitation, Cedric dialed it and said, “Maximus Hewitt, you truly are one of a kind.”
The reporter stood frozen, listening as his boss offered profuse apologies over the phone, his voice trembling as
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthough he were on the verge of tears.
Although Cedric had released the reporter's collar, the man remained rooted to the spot, too terrified to move.
After the reporter took the phone from Cedric, his boss's voice shouted from the other end, “Kent Weaving, are
you out of your mind? Didn't | make it clear to avoid any coverage involving Mr. Phillips? What on earth have you
done?”
The reporter whispered, “I haven't taken any photos yet.”
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