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Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1973

Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1973

“Miss Lynch, I heard that you’re planning to divorce Rodney Snow. Is that true?”

“I heard that you both have decided to hold a wedding at the end of the year, but now it’s canceled. May I ask why you two are getting a divorce? You guys seemed to be very in love before.”

“Is it because Rodney has betrayed you? Or is it because you have another man?”

“What will happen to the child if you and Rodney are divorced? Will you be chased out of the Snow family and no longer be the goddaughter of the prime minister?”

“That’s right. After all, everyone knows that the prime minister only took you in as his goddaughter because you were pregnant with Rodney’s child back then.”

A series of questions were asked. Freya, who had just come out of the laboratory, was utterly confused.

She did not even know why those reporters would come over all of a sudden.

She should have brought someone with her if she had known.

Freya was caught off guard.

She lost her balance because someone bumped into her. Moreover, she was wearing high heels, so she fell to the ground.

Reporters were like that. When they saw someone who used to be on the top about to get a divorce and was in distress, they would not show that person too much sympathy. On the contrary, they would think the miserable state of that person would give them a juicier piece of news. They had even thought of the headlines already.

They were not afraid of offending the prime minister’s office.

Since Rodney and Freya were about to be divorced, Freya would be nothing in Canberra after losing the support of the Snow family.

Freya was exasperated. She had been knocked over, yet none of those reporters came to help her up.

They kept taking pictures of her.

She wanted to stand up, but a reporter even pushed his way to Freya’s front and took close-up pictures of her.

“Go away.” Freya was infuriated. She hit the camera out of the way. “You guys are simply bombarding me with questions and taking photos as you wish. Are all of you even qualified to be reporters?”

“Miss Lynch, once Rodney leaves you and you lose the backing of the Snow family, do you still think you can act as how you did before?” The reporter whose camera had been hit sneered. “You’d better be careful. My camera is costly. It’s tens of thousands of dollars. You’ll have to compensate me if you damage it.”

“Then I won’t just hit the camera. I’ll even smash it.”

A strong force yanked the male reporter away all of a sudden.

Ryan, who was wearing a black coat, snatched the camera from the man’s hands. Then, he threw it on the ground without hesitation. The camera was smashed in half.

After recognizing Ryan’s handsome and ruthless expression, no one dared to say a word.

Who in the news industry would not recognize that face? Ryan was the prime minister’s biological son. There were rumors that Prime Minister Snow was showing his son his full support in becoming the youngest prime minister of Australia. Ryan had even become a senator at such a young age.

No one dared to underestimate Ryan because of his young age.

After all, everything that he had done in the political world was unrelated to his age.

Even the older politicians who were 50 or 60 years of age did not dare to go against him.

Freya was stunned too. She did not expect that Ryan would appear here. Was he not supposed to be in the office at this time?

Besides, she was used to Ryan’s calm and elegant demeanor. As he was not smiling right now, it was as if there was ice in his eyes. She could really feel the same aura that was on Prime Minister Snow coming from Ryan.

“Didn’t you want compensation? I’ll pay you back.” Ryan took a card out of his wallet and shoved it into the male reporter’s pocket. Then, he gave him a clean punch. “Oh, I forgot to tell you that your medical fees are included as well.”

That male reporter was trembling. He was so scared that he remained sprawled on the ground and did not dare to get up. He was afraid that he would continue getting punched by Ryan if he got up. “You… You can’t hit me. I didn’t do anything wrong. I was just conducting a normal interview.”

“A normal interview?” Ryan pulled another reporter’s camera over and pressed the lens against the face of the male reporter who was on the ground. “Do you think this is a normal interview?”

The male reporter’s face flushed red. He did not dare to say a word. The surrounding reporters did not dare to voice out their dissatisfaction either.

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