The following day.

Raegan arrived at the studio and was just about to exit the car when suddenly, a swarm of reporters emerged.

“Miss Foster, Miss Glyn of the Glyn Group has leveled an accusation against you, alleging that you seduced her fiancé during their engagement period. Is there any truth to this claim?"

“Miss Foster, rumors are circulating that you are financially supported by multiple benefactors, including Mr. Frazier of Arthen Entertainment. Can you confirm or deny these allegations?”

"Miss Foster, isn't it true that Mr. Frazier and Mr. Dixon are close acquaintances? Are there any arrangements or associations?”

“Miss Foster, have you been made aware of the speculation regarding Miss Glyn being pregnant with Mr. Dixon's child..."

A deluge of accusations left Raegan stunned.

Before Raegan could formulate a response, a hand adorned with distinct knuckles forcefully swiped away one of the relentless cameras.

Mitchel's demeanor exuded coldness as he turned his gaze toward the owner of the camera. “Why not address your inquiries to me directly?"

The camera hit the ground with a loud crash.

The man, suddenly without his camera, barely had time to register who was before him when he turned white and yelled, "Crescent is assaulting people now!"

His outcry caused a stir among those present.

Mitchel, dressed in shiny black shoes, stepped on the shattered camera. In a cold tone, he grabbed the man by the collar and tossed him to Matteo, saying, “Here's a phony reporter who sneaked in. Take him to the police."

The man froze for a second and protested, "I am a reporter, a legitimate one! Your claim doesn't make a difference!"

Matteo didn't hesitate to rip off the man's jacket, exposing a tattoo of a gang on his arm.

The man tried to cover his shoulder, protesting, "Why are you tearing my clothes? So you're resorting to violence now!"

Some started shouting, “They're being violent! Look at them! They're attacking people!"

Matteo, unfazed, swiftly located those aimed to cause chaos among the reporters and had the bodyguards subdue them.

Once their jackets stripped, the tattoos on their arms showcased they were just thugs pretending to be reporters.

The real reporters were shocked. They had followed a lead from an industry group chat, expecting a scoop. They hadn't expected to find imposters among them with hidden agendas.