I can prove that she’s innocent, and the rumors are wrong. The proof will be released online. You are


    wee to contact us if you have any questions. But our office will press charges against anyone that


    keeps spreading rumors about our client.”


    Xavier was famous in his practice. He’d won several high-profile cases.


    Seeing that he was helping Debbie, some tabloid reporters chickened out and deleted their nderous


    articles, including the ones written three years ago.


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    However, some refused to cave in before the proof came out.


    A reporter constantly asked Ivan about his rtionship with Debbie.


    When Xavier finished, Ivan put his hands into his pockets and replied, half smiling, “Professionally, I’m


    Debbie’s boss. I should protect her.


    But she’s also my friend. So I want to protect her.”


    The reporter fell silent. Ivan’s tone was nothing but confident and honest. The reporters bombarded


    them with questions. At this point,


    Ivan’s assistant spoke up.


    “It’s been a long day. Let’s all go home.


    We’ll set up interviews if you call us beforehand.”


    Debbie answered a few more brief questions and was escorted into the car by Ivan, Xavier, and some


    others.


    Ivan pulled the car door open for her and stood by the door protectively until she had gotten in. All of


    the reporters took note of this. It was just more fodder for the gossip rags.


    When the car door was finally shut and the locks automatically engaged,


    Debbie felt the whole world quieted down. She slumped in her seat, much relieved.


    Ruby and an assistant took out some tissues and wet napkins to wipe the mess from the eggs from


    Debbie’s hair and clothes.


    “I don’t think those eggers were fans,” Ivan said with a worried frown as he watched.


    Xavier agreed.


    “ording to my observations, the ones throwing eggs at


    Debbie were men and women around 40. Their mode of dress told me they weren’t there for the


    concert, which meant someone arranged this.”


    Ivan asked Debbie thoughtfully, “Any suspects? Give me a name and I’LL put some men on it.”


    Debbie smiled bitterly and answered wearily, “Thanks to Carlos, almost the whole city hates me. It’ll be


    awhile.”


    Before she met Carlos, her life had been peaceful, ordinary.


    Ever since she got together with him, she’d lost the count of the death threats and people who tried to


    humiliate her.


    Throwing eggs was prettyme. This wasn’t James’ style. It had to be