From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1014: 476 Live Broadcast_2 Chapter 1014: 476 Live Broadcast_2 The young male reporter’s eyes shimmered with excitement as he blocked Aubree Groove in the aisle, thrusting the microphone under her chin, his gaze bright and expectant, awaiting her response.

Digby Hart’s expression darkened, about to rise from his seat but Lando Elijah, who was sitting next to him, waved his hand.

“There’s no need to panic, she can handle a situation like this on her own.”

Madam Elijah added sarcastically, “This reporter is after a headline, pity he didn’t even get his facts straight before asking questions.

In my opinion, this reporter’s career has just hit a dead end.”

Her gaze landed on the media logo under the microphone the reporter was holding, her eyes slightly squinted.

“Apple Video?

I remember this to be an enterprise under Mr.

Hart’s name, isn’t it?”

Daring to step on his own daughter.

...

He must be really fed up with his life.

Digby Hart’s expression turned even darker.

Faced with such an impolite query, Aubree Groove displayed no anger, but remained calm and composed.

She gently stepped back, a soft smile lingering on her lips, her eyes collected and composed, as warm as April sunshine, conveying a soothing warmth.

“I didn’t murder anyone.”

Her soft voice, yet commanding and indisputable, echoed in every corner of the hall, ringing clearly in everyone’s ears.

A deafening silence.

She said: “As a member of the media, steering the direction of public opinion, do you realize how important your responsibility is?

Spreading unconfirmed news recklessly, if the subject was someone psychologically vulnerable instead of me, you would be the murderer, do you understand that?”

The young woman’s gentle yet firm challenge left everyone, including the young male reporter, stunned.

He opened his mouth, momentarily speechless.

Facing this incomparably beautiful face, devoid of any flaw, those clear and mysterious eyes, like an ancient frosty spring, everything about her was cold from head to toe.

Anton Cook voiced his agreement: “Exactly, you media folks, always causing chaos with your rumors.

Wait for your Courthouse summons.

You’ll be apologizing to Aubree Groove.”

Aubree Groove paid no heed to anyone else, confidently striding towards the front row of the audience.

Madam Elijah greeted her with a beaming smile: “Aubree, sit here.”

She patted the empty seat next to her: “I’ve saved this for you.”

Everyone’s eyes widened in surprise, seeing how intimate Aubree Groove and Madam Elijah seemed to be.

“So you are Anton Cook, finally I get to meet you in person.

I really enjoy your songs, especially ‘White clothes’, I absolutely love it.”

Madam Elijah surveyed Anton Cook with a cheerful smile.

Anton Cook responded modestly: “Madam Elijah, you flatter me.”

“Oh, modesty is not always a virtue in young people; you’ve been with Aubree for too long and you’ve picked up her disposition.

Young people should be energetic and ambitious.

Besides, in the entertainment circle, with your talent, if we were to rank second, no one would dare to claim the first.

It’s important to have this arrogance, because without it, you become no longer interesting.”

Anton Cook listened earnestly, and then said: “Thank you, Madam, for your guidance.”

Madam Elijah waved her hand dismissively: “No need to thank me, I just like communicating with young people like you, it makes me feel as if I’m back in my youth.”

She looked at the young man in front of her, her eyes filled with admiration.

The third son of the Cooks, Cello Cook’s younger brother, certainly was a promising youth.

Standing next to Aubree, they did look like the perfect golden boy and jade girl, igniting the Cook-Aubree shipper in her.

This thought was quickly suppressed.

God, Buddha!

This was disrespectful to Master Aubree Groove.

Master Aubree Groove’s destiny held great potential, far beyond being entangled in a mundane love affair.

When the clock pointed towards six, Vincent Linggo glanced at his assistant: “How is the preparation coming along?”

The assistant made an OK gesture, “Tonight’s press conference will be live-streamed by 180 media outlets worldwide.

The on-site facial restoration technology will indeed be a worldwide shock.

At the same time, the new findings on ‘Moon Brocade’ will bring people a more comprehensive understanding of ancient textile technology…”

Vincent Linggo paused abruptly: “Did anyone from the Gartias send an invitation?”

The assistant replied: “Yes, our people personally went to Fairie Town to invite the chief of the Gartias, but he was unfortunately called away for a meeting out of town…”

Just then, two people walked in.

A very young man and a woman.

The man was wearing a grey vintage robe, somewhat out of place in this era.

However, on him, it looked as if made-to-measure and accentuated his tall stature, gentle features, and extraordinary temperament.

The woman next to him was in a striking and flamboyant red dress.

Petite and curvaceous, her big, wavy hair loosely draped over her shoulders.

Her delicate and fair face wore an innocent look yet her eyes were sharp and perceptive, the brows oozing pride.

A playfully arrogant disposition; at first glance, one could tell she was no pushover.