Instantly, many people began to imagine scenes in their heads, envisioning what might have happened in this room before.
The journalists also started instructing the caran to focus the lenses on the scene in front of them, thinking this definitely was the big headline of the night!
"Kyle, what’s going on?" Dorian Howards hurriedly asked as he stepped forward.
"I’ll take Mabel and leave first. You search this place thoroughly and check for any suspicious items. Also, get hold of the complete guest list for tonight," said Kyle Kinston. His usually cold voice now had a hint of huskiness, accompanied by a certain breathless charm that was quite captivating.
"Okay." Dorian’s expression darkened as he agreed, also understanding that his friend had been set up.
Kyle Kinston then picked Mabel Quinn up in his arms and strode out of the room, heading towards the exit of the hall. So reporters wanted to follow after them to dig for more news, but Edward Quinn had already instructed the staff who had gathered to stop everyone.
This ti, Dorian Howards was in tacit agreent with Edward Quinn that the most important thing right now was to prevent this matter from escalating.
Dorian cleared his throat and addressed the people who had just witnessed the scene in the room, "If any of you used any instrunts or equipnt to record anything just now, it’d be best to delete it all. Otherwise, if things really blow up, we’ll all look bad. After all, in journalism, while grabbing attention is important, you also need to consider the nature of the news. There have been lessons learned from past incidents, haven’t there?"
The reporters looked at each other, the excitent they had felt just monts ago had dissipated.
They knew well enough that Dorian was speaking the truth, but to just let such a fresh scoop go as if nothing had happened was really too much...
At this mont, Dorian paid no attention to the reporters’ internal struggles and directly took out his phone to mobilize so people over. Similarly, Edward Quinn was also on the phone, deploying personnel.
Michael Quinn’s face turned a shade darker. He had initially thought to use the chaos to retrieve the "item," but now, Dorian Howards stood right in the center of the room, his gaze on everyone present, not to ntion his uncle was keeping a watchful eye by the side.
Michael ntally cursed but couldn’t voice his frustration.
anwhile, Alessia Quinn’s eyes unconsciously followed the direction Kyle Kinston had departed, even though by now, his figure was long out of sight.
Previously, Alessia always had the impression of Kyle Kinston as aloof and icy. Even though she had once seen him show a gentle side in front of Mabel Quinn, it hadn’t registered much with her. Back then, she was only focused on how to make Mabel look bad.
But just now, she suddenly realized how an aloof and proud man could appear so alluring.
It was no wonder that soone like Francine Howards, a girl blessed by the heavens, had devoted her heart entirely to Kyle Kinston. Alessia suddenly wondered what kind of expression Francine would have if she learned about today’s events. Perhaps it was ti for her to pay her old classmate a visit.
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When Mabel Quinn opened her eyes, the familiar ceiling ca into view. Suddenly, she was shocked; this was... Kyle’s mansion, in Kyle Kinston’s bedroom!
She had spent so many days in this room, naturally becoming very familiar with every corner of it. How did she get here? In her mory, she should have been in the lounge of the event, having a conversation with Kyle Kinston!
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