“Ms. Thompson! Please wait a moment!”


    A swarm of reporters closed in around Be, as if they had hit the jackpot.


    Steven was still dealing with the situation inside the hall at this point, leaving Be alone with no


    bodyguards. Even though these reporters had no malicious intent, they put her in a difficult situation.


    “Ms. Alexa! How do you intend to hold Ms. Salvador ountable for imitating your work? Are you


    nning to sue her?”


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    “Bethany incited the female journalist, Xena Gordon, to reveal KS World Hotel’smercial secrets,


    resulting in the failure of your coboration with Ada Wang. Will KS Group and Salvador Corporation


    settle this in court?”


    “Ada Wang recently stated unequivocally that she would end her coboration with Salvador


    Corporation. Will you and Ada reconcile. and continue to coborate?”


    Be had been extremely busy all day. All of these questions wore her down, causing her stomach


    cramps to re up once more. She clenched her hands tightly as a slight sheen of sweat formed on her


    forehead, and herplexion turned pale.


    Yet, her eyes remained clear and sharp as she stood there as gracefully as ever, not showing the


    slightest sign of illness.


    Before Be could say anything, a slender figure emerged from the crowd and reached for her. He


    opened his arms, shielding her from the escting chaos.


    Her vision became blurry for a brief moment. The next second, a clear and melodious voice spoke in


    her ear. “KS Group will issue a statementter and respond to each of these questions. Ms. Thompson


    is feeling unwell at the moment, so please excuse her. I’m taking her to the hospital.”


    Be’s pupils constricted as she stared in astonishment at


    Christopher’s solemn and concerned expression. He had not appeared in her presence all evening.


    How did he notice she was not feeling well?


    Lost in thought, the past three years of grievances, bitterness, and injustices vividly reyed in her


    mind. Justin had shown no regard for her during those trying times. Even when she struggled to leave


    her bed for days after the miscarriage and asked him to pour her a ss of warm water, he tly


    refused.


    Even if Justin was not aware of her physical state at the time, his indifference to such an insignificant


    request showed how much he disregarded her. One’s love for another lies in the details. Her love for


    Justin had been tested in thest three years, leaving her scarred and defeated.


    Be definitely regretted it, but she was willing to ept her losses because she only had herself to


    me.


    Christopher noticed a glistening drop of sweat trickling down Be’s brow, and a sharp pain shot


    through his chest. He supported her. His left arm naturally wrapped around her waist as he frowned.


    “Do you feel uneasy?” Christopher asked, his voice husky and close to her ear.


    “Yeah,” Be said, exhaling gently. Another word would only aggravate the pain.


    “Can you hold it until we get to the hospital? Should I call an ambnce?” Christopher’s hand was


    around her waist, and every word whispered into her ear was filled with genuine affection.


    She tugged at the corner of her lips, forcing a smile. “It’s okay. I won’t die.”


    Christopher was naturally reserved and apathetic, having never shownpassion for anyone except


    Be. Seeing her in this frail state gradually softened his heart, and he felt an overwhelming desire to


    protect her.


    “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I’ll take you to the hospital.” Christopher shielded her with his own body and


    guided her forward slowly.


    “Excuse me, sir. May I ask who you are?” The reporters could not help but gossip after witnessing


    Christopher’s intimate interaction with Be.


    Christopher responded calmly, “Christopher Iverson.”


    Iverson, as in the Iverson Group? That was a billion-dor behemoth,parable to the Salvador


    Corporation!


    It made sense. Not just any ordinary man could approach Be. How could someone be considered


    worthy of Be Thompson if they did note from a family like the Salvadors or Iversons? After all,


    she was the daughter of Hatchbay’s wealthiest man and a top-tier jewelry designer.


    “Mr. Iverson, may I ask what your rtionship with Ms. Thompson is?”


    “Are you two dating?”