**Chapter 338: Love-Triangle Showdown**
Inside the vibrant studio of Firelight Scoop, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. As Malcolm stepped into the spotlight, the energy in the room shifted, all eyes drawn to him like moths to a flame.
With measured, confident strides, he made his way to the stage, each footfall echoing in the hearts of the audience. When he finally settled into the chair beside Deanna, the crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers and applause, their enthusiasm nearly shaking the very foundations of the venue.
Malcolm’s gaze softened as it landed on Deanna, a warmth radiating from his eyes that spoke volumes of the affection he held for her. In that moment, they appeared to be the quintessential couple, as if they had just stepped off a film set, ready to star in a sweeping romantic drama.
Deanna, however, wore a frown that betrayed her inner turmoil. Leaning slightly closer, she murmured, “Why are you here?”
Malcolm replied, his voice steady yet laced with concern, “I was worried about you handling this interview alone, so I thought I’d come and support you. I didn’t expect them to call me up like this.”
Her heart raced as she processed his words, leaving her momentarily speechless. The weight of the situation pressed down on her; she felt caught in a web of confusion and frustration. Who was she supposed to blame for this chaos?
Today was meant to be about clearing the air, dispelling the swirling rumors about her and Malcolm. But with Baz stirring the pot, it seemed that the situation was spiraling further out of control.
Baz, having returned to his seat, wore a self-satisfied grin. He had been informed of Malcolm’s presence in the audience and had orchestrated this moment with precision. This was the headline they had planned for, the sensational twist to draw in viewers.
Firelight Scoop thrived on sensationalism, chasing views and hype above all else. The truth of Deanna’s situation was of little concern to them.
With a gleam in his eye, Baz continued the interview, his voice booming, “Now that Mr. Faulkner has graced us with his presence, let’s bring both of them into the spotlight together. What do you all think?”
The crowd erupted into a frenzy of claps and cheers, their excitement palpable.
The atmosphere shifted instantly, transforming the show into an impromptu couple’s interview. Deanna stood up, her voice firm but wavering, “Sorry, I’m not taking—”


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