Chapter 1151

Chapter 1151:

In one fluid motion, she whipped the notebook across his face with a resounding crack, simultaneously snatching the microphone from his slack grip and bringing it to her lips.

At Edge Entertainment, Madisyn had just traced the source of the leaked video to the paparazzo responsible for filming Milly and Howard when her secretary burst through the door, panic evident in every movement.

“Miss Johns, it’s happening—Milly just confirmed her relationship with the man from the video!”

The live stream captured every moment with crystal clarity—Milly hitting the reporter with the notebook and then taking the microphone to give her explanation.

“Let me be perfectly clear. Yes, I am in a relationship. No, it’s not with Watkins—we are strictly professional colleagues. And my partner is nothing like what was just suggested…”

Milly’s gaze pierced the offending reporter. Then, drawing herself up to her full height, she delivered her declaration with unwavering conviction.

“The man I love is the embodiment of honor and integrity. He is my sanctuary, my one true love in this world! Say what you will about me, but I won’t stand for anyone slandering him!”

Milly’s final words were delivered with laser-focused intensity, her eyes boring into the reporter’s soul. He’d gravely miscalculated—this woman he’d pegged as an easy target radiated an authority that left him quaking.

“I understand.

My mistake…” he stammered.

Milly’s eyes flickered to the press credentials dangling from his shirt before she deliberately placed the microphone back in his trembling grasp. Without another word, she turned on her heel and glided to the waiting car.

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The confrontation exploded across social media. While a loyal faction of fans praised Milly’s authenticity and fierce devotion to her partner, the court of public opinion proved far less forgiving. Critics tore into her display of anger, accused her of intimidating the press, and dismissed her declaration of love as calculated theatrics. The hashtag #MillyMustGo began trending.

“Miss Johns, we’re in crisis mode here.

Milly’s impulse control just went out the window.” The secretary fidgeted nervously as Madisyn remained frozen, her eyes fixed on the viral footage looping on her screen.

Milly had been brought into Edge Entertainment by Madisyn herself, carefully groomed and positioned for stardom. Now, in one unguarded moment, their careful construction threatened to crumble.

The scandal had barely broken when Madisyn took personal control of damage control. The administration department had crafted multiple recovery strategies, all awaiting Milly’s input—a testament to Madisyn’s high regard for her. But instead of returning to strategize, Milly had thrown fuel on the fire, her reputation taking another hit in an already precarious moment.

The secretary had expected an outburst from Madisyn, envisioning her anger exploding at Milly. But reality didn’t match her imagination.

Madisyn was furious, yes—but her anger wasn’t aimed at Milly. It was directed squarely at the reporter.

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