Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 494

“Miss Ruby, are you deflecting our questions because you have something to hide?”

Despite the tension in the air, one relentless reporter pressed on, unwilling to let go.

Ruby swept her gaze across the room, her eyes as sharp and cold as steel. The moment the persistent reporter met her eyes, his bravado crumbled, and he shrank back instinctively.

After witnessing that, no one else dared speak. For a moment, the entire hotel lobby fell into an uneasy silence.

“In my opinion,” Ruby said, her tone icy and commanding, “anyone working in the media should at least have a basic understanding of the law.”

Her words were crisp and intimidating, carrying an authority that made the room feel even colder.

“I am under no obligation to answer any questions from the press, nor do I owe any of you a single word.”

Though she was clearly refusing to comment, her voice was so calm and unwavering that no one could possibly accuse her of being evasive out of guilt.

“That said, given the circumstances, I’ll provide a partial response.”

She cleared her throat, her voice cool and detached. “Regarding the incident with Morgan in the hotel room, I am the victim. My wristwatch recorded the entire event. The footage is evidence, and I intend to pursue a full investigation.”

“As for the public clarification I promised earlier, I haven’t forgotten. The matter is ongoing, and you’ll get a formal statement in due time.”

The reporters, cowed by her composure, could only nod awkwardly, signaling their reluctant understanding.

“Oh, and by the way—I’ll be filing lawsuits against all of you as well.”

A sudden smile flickered across Ruby’s lips.

At that, the group—some of whom had already been edging toward the exit, disappointed at missing a juicy scoop—froze mid-step, turning to look at her in disbelief.

“What?”

“Miss Ruby, what do you mean by that?!”

Now that the tables had turned, panic broke out among them.

Ruby’s smile widened, but her eyes flashed with a cold, dangerous light. “Do you really think you’re innocent?”

She crossed her arms and regarded them with a mocking, almost playful arrogance—a forcefulness that made the entire room fall in line.

“Who sent you here? Give me the name of the person pulling your strings, and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

Her tone was light, almost casual, but her meaning was clear.

Morgan, who had been standing rigidly off to the side like a statue, began to sense that something wasn’t right. Was it possible these reporters had been summoned here specifically to catch them in the act?

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