The contempt, anger, and disdain in those people's eyes made Emma feel like she couldn't breathe. "I didn't... I didn't steal anyone's boyfriend, and I never thought about cheating..."
"Miss Johnson, would you please answer our question directly?" The female reporter's aggressive demeanor made it clear she had come well-prepared.
Liam felt a surge of discomfort. He stepped forward, raised his hand, and gently pushed Emma behind him. His voice was cold, barely containing his anger. "What's your name? I don't care which TV station or newspaper you work for. You can go back now and tell your boss that your company is about to declare bankruptcy. I've said it once before. If any of you dare to speak nonsense in front of me without evidence, I will do exactly what I say."
Seeing her still stunned, Liam continued, "I don't care how much hype you try to create. Without evidence, it's better to keep your mouth shut. And in tomorrow's papers, I don't want to see any media outlet reporting baseless news."
Seeing the seriousness and determination in Liam's eyes, the female reporter finally realized the gravity of the situation. Her voice immediately turned tearful. "Mr. Williams... I... I didn't mean it that way. I was just trying to confirm..."
"I don't care what your intentions are. I'll say it once more. You can tell your boss to come see me at the Pinnacle Corporation president's office. I'll be happy to meet him anytime."
With that, Liam took Emma's hand and walked into the New York Fashion Magazine building.
Emma's colleagues had witnessed the entire scene. When they saw Liam enter, everyone immediately lowered their heads, pretending to be deeply engrossed in their work.
Even those who had been gossiping in the restroom yesterday didn't dare say another word. They only dared to secretly glance at the imposing and dignified man before them.
Emma could only take small, hurried steps behind him, staring at his tall back. Her heart fluttered.
Maybe having such a gentle and considerate husband wasn't such a bad thing after all.
At least, at a critical moment like this, there was a man who would stand up for her.
They walked all the way to Emma's office before Liam finally let go of her hand. "Don't let people bully you like this in the future. Call me if you have any trouble. Your husband isn't just a decoration, you know?"
"Okay, I understand." Emma forced a warm smile and nodded gently.
"Then I'll leave. Just wait for me after work. And... are you working overtime today?" After taking two steps, Liam turned back.
"No, why?" Emma looked puzzled.
"Tonight, I'm taking you home. All the gossip has already come out. My father hasn't met you yet. Isn't that inappropriate?"
"Okay, I understand."
Even though she had been attacked by the media, she still had to meet her future father-in-law.
She was a little nervous, but remembering the way Liam had stood in front of her, she felt like there was nothing to be afraid of.
Top floor of the Pinnacle Corporation.
Liam sat gracefully on the sofa, sipping tea without saying a word. Christopher Martin stood beside him, reporting in detail on the investigation into the kidnappers' whereabouts from last night. "Sir, those kidnappers were driving a van without license plates. So far, we have no leads."
"Didn't the surveillance cameras capture their faces?" Liam spoke calmly.
"Yes, but it was raining that day, so we couldn't identify their appearance. I've instructed the team to continue monitoring and have asked the Public Security Bureau to keep an eye out. They'll contact me as soon as there's a clue." Christopher reported methodically.
"Good. This can't be left unresolved. I'm worried the kidnappers might try to harm my wife again. You need to do your best, understand?"
"Yes. Also, sir, I've found out from the newspaper office. It was the New City Evening News that reported your wedding news yesterday. What should we do?" Christopher handed the detailed information about the New City Evening News to Liam.
Liam glanced at it casually, his tone full of disgust. "I don't want to see this newspaper ever again. And the one I pointed out today, you can handle that too. Media that doesn't report the truth and distorts the facts is like a fly. It's unpleasant to look at."
"Yes, sir. I'll take care of it."
Christopher noticed that Liam's expression was colder than usual, so he didn't dare say much. He would just do as he was told.
After Christopher left, Liam leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and thought for a moment.
Just as he was about to leave the company, he received a message from Alexander Wilson.
The fox hunter had appeared.
Liam didn't need to think twice to know who Alexander was talking about.
The fox hunter? Was it that inflamed one?
In fact, Liam knew very well in his heart. At first glance, he could tell the true identity behind it.
But what was strange was that Alexander mentioned in the message that the first person the so-called fox hunter met after appearing was Emma. So they suspected that Emma had a special relationship with the fox hunter. At the same time, it proved that Liam's original decision was correct. Starting with Emma, they could not only hide his identity but also find out their accomplices one by one.
Emma, what kind of relationship do you have with Elijah?
Recently, Liam felt more and more that Emma might just be an ordinary girl, not as complicated as he had thought. Of course, he hoped that Emma had no knowledge of what Elijah had done.
After being together for so long, Liam had come to know something about her.
But if Emma was deliberately hiding something, then the girl Liam saw might be a completely different person.
This was what Liam suspected and worried about.
Emma, what kind of girl are you?
At 5:30 p.m., Liam left work on time. As he passed by a mobile phone store, he suddenly remembered that Emma's phone seemed to have been lost yesterday.
So he got out of the car and personally picked out a pink limited-edition phone, placing it in the back seat.
After picking up Emma, Liam handed the phone to her. "Open it and see. Do you like this style?"
"What is it?"
Emma took the box, opened it, and saw the pink, slim phone lying inside. It was truly beautiful, exquisite, and elegant. She liked it at first sight, and the more she looked at it, the more she loved it.
When Emma smiled, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth. "Thank you, Liam. I really like it."
"Good, I'm glad."
"But... are we going to your house like this? I didn't bring any gifts. Also, is my outfit a little too casual?"