Wait, She’s a Billionaire

The Angle Group was buzzing with people, packed with not only reporters and “concerned” citizens, but also many onlookers eager to witness the commotion.

Sheena locked her car and strode confidently toward the company entrance. Even though she was alone, she had a powerful presence.

The reporters had been waiting for this moment, rushing forward and jostling to get closer when they saw Sheena. They extended the microphones toward her, and the sound of rapid camera shutters filled the air.

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“Ms. Sheena, did you watch this morning’s live news? What do you have to say about Ms. Moore’s statements?”

“Is what Ms. Moore said true? She claims she’s not a homewrecker. Can you explain the reasons behind your divorce from Mr. Freeman? Rumors say you left with nothing, implying an affair. Is that true?”

“And are you behind Ms. Moore’s assault?”

The reporters seized the opportunity to dig up juicy information, firing off a barrage of questions at Sheena.

However, Sheena marched toward the entrance, undaunted by the crowd. Her large sunglasses covered most of her face, but her imposing aura could not be masked.

“Ms. Sheena, can you please answer? The whole nation is waiting for your response!” A reporter shouted desperately.

The crowd erupted again, and bystanders engaged in spirited conversations, speculating on the reasons behind this series of events.

Sheena snatched a microphone from a reporter’s hand, saying sternly, “If you want answers, you need to quiet down and let me speak.”

The reporters were stunned but quickly resumed their questioning.

“Can you clarify your relationship with Mr. Freeman?” A reporter seized the opportunity to get a question in, positioning the microphone beside her to ensure he would not be ignored.

“I already addressed this on Twitter. Once again, we’re already divorced, and we have nothing to do with each other anymore,” Sheena retorted, pushing away the microphone that was being shoved in her face.

Even with her sunglasses shielding her eyes, the others felt the intensity of Sheena’s gaze, prompting them to take a few steps back.

“Rumors online suggest that Ms. Moore ruined your marriage to Mr. Freeman. But after your divorce, you were left with nothing. Is this true?”

“I have no comment,” Sheena replied and shrugged, “Any other questions? If not, I’m heading inside. Don’t waste my precious time.”

“Wait a moment!” Several reporters squeezed forward again, shouting “Online rumors suggest that you only secured your current job position because of your affair with Angle’s Mr. Lawson. Is this true?”

My position wasn’t obtained through any improper means. As for my abilities, time and achievements will reveal the truth,” Sheena responded firmly. Her words resonated loudly within the crowd, yet they failed to quell the reporter’s agitation.

“Why did you insult Ms. Moore a couple of days ago? Was it because she humiliated you at the banquet?”

“Didn’t you watch her live broadcast?” Sheena retorted, “Let the evidence speak for itself. I have important matters to attend to and won’t entertain this any longer.”

Seeing her dismiss the crowd, the reporters grew anxious and desperately tried to hold her back.

“You can’t end this without explaining the matter! Are you hiding something?”

The onlookers joined in, raising their voices and effectively blocking the company entrance.

Some even seemed ready to attack Sheena.

Before Sheena could react, a familiar deep voice sounded behind her.

“Spreading rumors and hurling baseless insults without consequences? If you don’t have professional ethics, it might be time to find a new job.” Elijah’s voice was calm yet filled with disdain as he approached, his gaze coldly scanning the crowd.