Knowing resistance was futile, Stella Lancaster began to soften her tone: "How about you go take a shower first?"
"You bitch, back when you liked me, you couldn't keep away. Now you think I'm filthy? I'm staying right here!"
Though Stella's private life was decadent, ever since her husband who was decades older passed away, she'd been choosy with men; they always served and pleased her. She had never been treated so rudely and roughly, let alone by a beggar.
All of this was clearly captured by someone.
Meanwhile, the press conference had begun, but Stella was nowhere to be seen.
The reporters' faces didn't look too good; they felt they were being played, and couldn't help whispering among themselves.
"Mr. Lancaster took the initiative to hold this press conference to apologize to Sparkle, but doesn't show up himself, isn't this clearly making a fool of us?"
