Chapter 89 A Diversionary Tactic (Part Two)

"Cooperate with us and open the door, Mr. Song! All we want is a quick interview!"

Steve wasn't sure how long these people were planning on blocking the doorway, but he thought they had to be more than a little daft. The door wasn't even locked. Hadn't they realized that yet?

There was a long line of reporters already outside waiting, with several well-known media outlets right at the front lines. The rest of the smaller newspapers were jostling for room behind them.

"Hey! I found the room card to this place! Let's get in there!" One of the reporters had extracted a room card from somewhere, and now they were preparing to step in. Drawing the room card like a weapon, the reporters up front swiped it at the door and the entire contingent fought to get in.

The reporters at the front lines swarmed straight into the room and Steve momentarily feared that someone would get trampled in the stampede.

The sight that greeted them was that of two bodies laid upon the bed, a man and a woman. The man was stripped from the waist up, and the woman was wearing nothing but a bath towel that seemed about to come loose.

In an instant, the cameras were brandished and flashbulbs were going off in rapid fire succession.

At this, Steve now feigned to come to his senses, looking dazed and indignant. Yanking up the quilt, he used it to cover up the waitress on the bed with him.

"What the hell is going on here?! How the hell did you guys get in?!" Steve demanded, livid.

"Oh my god! What is this?! Mr. Song, who's this woman with you?!"

"They're saying you have a mystery girl hidden away, Mr. Song! Is she the one? Are you finally settling down with this one?"

"Is this girl the one that's caused you to break off the engagement with the Li Group's heiress?"

"Please answer!"

Sherry, who was still lying beneath the bed, felt her hackles rise at the pure idiocy and ridiculousness of the journalists' accusations. They have such distastefully sordid imaginations! Furthermore, wasn't it an egregious violation of someone's privacy to just break into a room?

She understood that people like Steve had a public spotlight on them thanks to the focus of the masses, and they would undoubtedly feel privy to the details of his private life. But even that had its limits!

The floor was starting to feel hot to one side from wh

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

hey might rush up and hold me back just to stop me."

"Those people don't have the guts," Steve responded, his face impassive.

"Can I get out of here now? I'll just get off here."

Steve glanced around, looking out the taxi windows. Sighing, he answered, "Not yet. Just a little longer. By the way, you can't go back to work in that hotel anymore, you realize that, right?"

The waitress nodded somberly. She knew that much, but it didn't bother her. Not with the money she already had.

Back in the room, the place was starting to calm down.

From where she was still lying on the ground, nestled beneath the bed, Sherry felt her body start to get stiff and ache from staying still so long.

All the clamor and the footsteps began to fade away. The last of the reporters had scampered off, and the security guards were now ensuring that the room was evacuated. Finally, the door swung closed.

The room fell completely silent, with only the sound of her own breath breaking the stillness.

Now that it was all clear, Sherry carefully, painfully crept out from beneath the bed and took her first breath of fresh air.

The lamp in the room was already off and it was pitch darkness everywhere. Seated on the cold floor, she felt her legs trembling.

She was in so much discomfort and anxiety that she wasn't sure of what to do next.

Finally, she decided to pull all her clothes back on and wait just a little longer in the inky blackness. When she was sure that the people outside had completely left, she carefully cracked the door open, slipping out.