6

The press conference was scheduled for Wednesday, which coincided with the launch of Fu's new products. Businessmen value profits, and even at this moment, they did not forget to maximize the benefits of traffic.

I appeared at the entrance of the venue in a black windbreaker. The reporters invited by Fu's media flocked in. Steven and Ivy stood not far away, watching me unable to move. Steven immediately came over and held me in his arms. I tried to push him away, but he held me tighter: "There are so many people, be careful not to squeeze the child."

I couldn't open my eyes because of the flash, so I simply stopped struggling. The reporters in the venue were obviously more disciplined. Ivy gave me a smug smile, and I curled my lips indifferently, thinking: I hope you can still smile later.

"Anna, as soon as Ivy went abroad, you couldn't wait to drug Mr. Fu and climb into bed with him, doing such a despicable thing. What were you thinking at the time?"

"I heard that the baby in your belly was actually made from Mr. Fu's sperm. Where did you learn this trick?"

The two reporters stood up first, speaking sharply. Steven, who was standing beside them, looked increasingly cold, and shouted, "Who told you to ask these questions?!"

I glanced at him, and there were only four words in my mind: hypocritical. As the head of a group, he couldn't have imagined what I would face at this press conference, right?

I ignored his confused and regretful look, and said to the two reporters: "Since you are Ivy 's friends, I can fully understand the qualities you two have shown." Guilt flashed in their eyes, and they murmured: "Don't slander me." But in response to my determined gaze, they bit their lips and said nothing more. After all, if they really wanted to dig, their identities could not be hidden at all, not to mention that there are so many cameras here today.

Seeing Steven staying by my side, Ivy shook a few times. Steven stood up nervously, walked to her side and hugged her: "Are you okay? Is your heart uncomfortable again?" As soon as he left, I was left alone on the stage. Noticing my gaze, he belatedly let go of Ivy , but Ivy grabbed his arm: " Brother Steven , my chest is stuffy." Steven struggled, but finally chose to stay by her side. I calmly withdrew my gaze.

The remaining questions were still harsh, with all kinds of words like mistress, meddling, money worship, and bed climbing. When everyone had asked almost all the questions, I stood up, raised the microphone, and smiled as I opened my bag. I waved my hand and threw hundreds of photos at everyone, saying word by word: "Who is the mistress? I believe you can judge for yourself." A few photos fell next to Ivy, and with just one look, her mask of weakness and purity instantly shattered!