Goodbye, My Love

Chapter 1169

Yet, the anticipated pain never came. Instead, she felt herself being lifted off her feet, as if someone had

scooped her up and twirled her around.

Startled, Loraine opened her eyes and discovered herself in the protective embrace of Marco.

He blocked the camera with no regard for his own wrist, shielding

Loraine from its intrusion.

Casting a chilling look at the crowd, Marco's intense demeanor cowed the reporters into retreating a step.

However, the reporters, driven by their eagerness to uncover a major scoop, refused to put down their cameras

despite being somewhat intimidated by Marco.

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A bold reporter probed, “Miss Torres, we need your confirmation. Is it true that your design is a copy of someone

else’s work? Did you independently create your previous works, or did you employ a ghost designer?”

A throbbing ache seized Loraine’s temples, and she felt her head spinning amidst the blinding flashlights.

Unrelenting, the reporters continued their offensive, cornering the duo.

“Are you the plagiarist that Professor Zizka mentioned? Did you audaciously submit plagiarized work for

Professor Zizka's review?”

Guarding Loraine, Marco began to back away. His voice low and stern, he warned, “That’s enough! This is

Universe Group's premises. Leave immediately, or | will have security evict you!”

Undeterred by Marco's threat and bolstered by their numbers, the journalists fired back, “Mr. Bryant, are you

privy to Miss Torres’ plagiarism? Can you share anything with us?”

“Absolutely not. Leave!” Marco said firmly, his tone cold and resolute.

But this only served to fuel their excitement.

“Mr. Bryant, why do you defend Miss Torres amid plagiarism allegations?

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Is it an attempt to win her over? Are you planning to reunite with her?”

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Caught off guard, Marco held his tongue, glancing down at Loraine.

Loraine gently extricated herself from Marco’s grasp and stood upright.

Her icy gaze Landed on the reporter who had been the most vocal.

“You seem familiar. You're the one who pursued us in the parking garage, aren't you? Quite courageous of you.”

The reporter in question, a bespectacled man with a cropped haircut, had been bellowing in the crowd. But when

singled out, he visibly paled and receded two steps.

“I... I have no idea what you're referring to. | merely seek answers on behalf of the public!”

Smirking, Loraine snatched the microphone from his hand. The resulting feedback from the microphone ushered

in a moment of silence, settling the chaotic scene.