"Norman York, Norman York... Can you explain your relationship with this lady... Who is she to you, is she your girlfriend?"
"You even have a child together, she must be your wife, right? Norman York, there are rumors that you’re secretly married, is it to this lady... Oh, is the little girl you’re holding your daughter?!"
The reporters suddenly flooded in, pointing their caras not only at Norman York and Skye Brown but also particularly eager to get close to Molly Wellington, aiming to capture a frontal shot of the little girl in Norman York’s arms.
They were reporters who had just rushed over having caught wind of this, knowing Norman York but unfamiliar with the won around him.
Because Skye Brown kept a low profile dostically and had just recently changed her hairstyle, these reporters didn’t recognize her imdiately.
However, the paparazzi who had been lurking around for so ti and had closely analyzed Norman York’s recent scandals recognized Skye Brown instantly.
The paparazzi following behind shouted sarcastically, "Director Brown, Director Brown... Do you count as reaping what you sow by working closely with Norman York, having an affair under the guise of work! No wonder Mr. York liked your photo on Twitter, you must have been in it together for a while, huh?"
It’s unclear which side had instructed the paparazzi, maybe it was aid at Skye Brown, perhaps Norman York’s competitors.
Anyway, they deliberately shouted about Norman York and Skye Brown working together, desperately trying to portray them as engaging in affairs and neglecting their duties under the pretense of work.
Skye Brown ignored them... walking forward with a cold face.
Norman York’s face turned even colder.
But he knew this was not the ti to say much, the best solution was to leave as soon as possible and contact his agency.
"Hmm..." At this mont, a muffled groan sounded from his side.
It turned out a reporter had held the microphone too close, almost stabbing Skye Brown in the face.
Norman York, who was originally striding forward, suddenly stopped, turning back, his cold and sharp eyes flashing with anger.
Norman York pushed the encroaching reporter aside, pulling Skye Brown into his embrace.
In the cara lens, it appeared as though he was holding Molly Wellington with one hand and wrapping his arm protectively around Skye Brown, resembling a husband guarding his wife and daughter.
Yet the female reporter had only been gently pushed aside by Norman York.
But she was a drama queen, taking the chance during the mont of contact to dramatically fall backward to the ground.
"Ah... Norman York hit soone, he hit a woman... everyone, capture this!" Nurous reporters started to incite, jostling their caras toward Norman York and Skye Brown.
Even little Molly was nearly in tears from being jostled.
At that mont—
Skye Brown suddenly struggled free from Norman York’s protection.
She squeezed out from his arms, only to be bombarded by countless microphones and shoved and hit several tis by people nearby.
"Skye Brown, are you the director Skye Brown of ’The Harem’? About your private relationship with Norman York and the possible child, do you have anything to say... Are you doing justice to Norman York’s fans? Do you think the Little Pumpkins can accept the news of Norman York dating a director..."
The reporters didn’t finish their questions when they were startled by Skye Brown’s reaction.
Skye Brown stood there, clearly fine the previous second, but in the next, her eyes reddened suddenly, with tears as big as beans visibly dropping, one by one.
Skye Brown was already beautiful, and with long hair making her seem more delicate, the sight of her tears nearly made the male reporter interviewing her draw a sharp breath.
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