Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 558:

“If you had, it would be the end of me! Who told you to photograph him?”

In a low voice, the reporter replied, “Katrina Harper paid me a hundred thousand. She didn’t say much. She just wanted some photos. Then, out of nowhere, she knelt down. Before I could even use my camera, Mr. Phillips appeared. Boss, I’m confused. Didn’t you once say journalism sometimes requires unconventional methods?”

“Yes. Unconventional methods are necessary—but not if they lead straight into a trap!”

The reporter exhaled sharply.

“Is the situation really that serious?”

“It most certainly is! Mr. Phillips is the major shareholder of our company. How can you not understand the gravity of this?”

The reporter’s mind went blank.

Standing before Cedric, he stammered out an apology.

“Mr. Phillips, I’m so sorry. I had no idea you were the major shareholder of our company. The offer was substantial, and I thought a few photos wouldn’t be an issue.”

Cedric’s piercing stare cut through him.

Clutching his camera, the reporter bowed repeatedly before hurrying away.

Meanwhile, Katrina remained kneeling in front of Daniela. And Daniela made no effort to stop her.

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Filled with frustration and anger, Katrina glared critically at the reporter.

She was still kneeling before Daniela. The scene was picture-perfect, and a single image could dominate the trending news about Joyce if it reached the internet.

But her hopes quickly crumbled.

As the reporter dashed away, Katrina’s frustration boiled over.

Fuming, she got to her feet and shouted, “Hey! I paid you! You can’t just leave!”

Her voice echoed, but it was too late. The reporter was already out of reach.

Stunned, Katrina froze in place.noveldrama

Daniela, still seated, observed her with a cool detachment. Her eyes reflected a cold indifference, as though Katrina were no more than a passing nuisance. Even after the reporter had disappeared, Katrina remained rooted to the spot.

Without a word, Daniela moved forward, brushing past Katrina with her shoulder, snapping her out of her daze. Daniela continued on without hesitation, heading toward the garden—a place haunted by memories of her mother’s tragic fall.

She knew Katrina was preparing for one last desperate move. But she felt no fear. Instead, an odd surge of excitement coursed through her.

As Daniela sat in the living room, Cedric entered and said, “Katrina is desperate and on edge. She’s bound to make a move soon. I’m arranging extra protection for you.” Daniela remained silent as he spoke.

Lillian stared at Cedric in surprise before turning to look at Daniela. Daniela nodded.

“Okay,” she replied sweetly, her tone compliant.

Suddenly, Lillian began coughing harshly.

Daniela glanced at Lillian, who waved a hand dismissively.

“It’s nothing. I just heard a spooky story.”

Cedric, indifferent to their interaction, frowned, grabbed his phone, and stepped outside.

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