Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

The tension in the air was palpable, and the crowd fell silent for a moment before erupting into even more excitement.

Flashbulbs popped nonstop.

“Mr. Westwood, has your embarrassment turned into anger now?” The male reporter leaned closer, shoving his recorder right under Lucas’s nose. “We live in a society governed by law.

“As a company executive with such a shady reputation, how do you expect millions of consumers to trust any product your company puts out?”

Lucas’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. The domestic violence accusation was just bait.

These reporters, vultures to the core, clearly wanted to stir up trouble about the upcoming regenerating cream from Yadel

Group.

Lucas couldn’t help but wonder, ‘What’s going on here? Wait, was this trap actually set by Yadel Group’s rivals and not Sophia? You know what? That would actually make sense.

Sure, Sophia was the Evanses’s real daughter, but they clearly didn’t give a damn about her.

Otherwise, the whole Evans family wouldn’t just stand there and do nothing when David slapped her in front of everyone at the Evans matriarch’s birthday party.

So obviously, the Evans family wouldn’t go out of their way to defend Sophia. And she was just a marketing manager; no way she could command that kind of pull with the press.

“Mr. Westwood, with Yadel Group’s regenerating cream about to launch, I recall your new campaign slogan is ‘You make my heart flutter like the first time, I keep my looks pristine for you!

“But tell me, how can a man accused of domestic violence expect anyone to believe him as the face of Yadel Group’s new product?” The reporter twisted the knife without mercy.

That question hit Lucas exactly where it hurt most.

The regenerating cream hadn’t even made it to shelves, and he’d already single–handedly sparked a storm of bad press around it.

How the hell is he supposed to sell this product now?‘ they wondered.

Lucas knew he couldn’t keep tangling with these reporters. He had to get out of there–the sooner, the better.

But the reporters weren’t about to let him go. They were all itching to catch him losing his cool, something they could plaster all over tomorrow’s headlines.

“Mr. Westwood, these reporters definitely aren’t here to play nice. We should get back to the station and wait things out,” one of his bodyguards urged.

They couldn’t afford to clash with the reporters head–on; that would only make things worse.

With two bodyguards flanking him, Lucas retreated back into the police station, but the reporters weren’t about to let him

The look on Lucas’s face seemed like he was ready to lose it, which made the reporters even more fired up.

Lucas clenched his jaw so hard it hurt, forcing himself to calm down. He shot one last glare at the vultures outside before letting his bodyguards usher him back into the police station.

The moment the glass doors slammed shut behind him, he heard the reporters outside erupt into cheers like they’d just won the damn lottery. Lucas’s face darkened to a stormy shade of fury.

The two bodyguards saw how dark Lucas’s expression had turned and immediately knew better than to say a word. They just shrank back into a corner, keeping a low profile.

Right at that moment, Lucas’s phone rang. One look at the caller ID, and he couldn’t help but wince–just what he needed right now.

“Hello, Dad?” Lucas picked up. The second the line connected, Billy’s furious voice blasted through the phone.

“Lucas, what the hell have you done now? Why the hell are you at the police station?” Billy snapped.

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