Chapter 832


    Sylvia was somewhat impressed by the journalist''s ability to think outside the box. Even such


    unconventional ideas could be considered.


    Watching Tyrell''s enraged and awkward expression, Franklin couldn''t help but crack a joyful smile. It


    was as if he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.


    It was undeniably the most excruciating and embarrassing moment of Tyrell''s life. He couldn''t believe


    such a thing could happen to him and Mrs. Maskelyne.


    "Mr. Maskelyne, why are you so angry? You''ve developed a new drug, shouldn''t you be happy?" The


    journalist continued to relentlessly question Tyrell.


    Tyrell''s face contorted in a grimace, resembling someone who had just ingested something repulsive,


    much like the contents removed from Mrs. Maskelyne earlier.


    ring fiercely at the journalist, Tyrell snapped, "I''m going to sue you! Have you no professional


    ethics? I will take legal action!"


    Driven to the brink of losing his temper, Tyrell''sposed facade crumbled, revealing a far cry from the


    knowledgeable intellectual he typically presented.


    Consumed by anger and shame, he felt on the verge of copsing. "Who gave you permission to


    conduct this interview? Who do you think you are? If you dare to take any more pictures, I will take


    immediate action! Immediately!"


    Unable to contain his rage, Tyrellmanded the men in ck attire behind him, "Destroy their


    cameras and equipment!"


    The ck-d men eagerly seized the opportunity, rushing forward to engage in a sh with the


    journalists. The reporters never anticipated Tyrell''s audacity, allowing his staff to seize and demolish


    their cameras.


    Mrs. Maskelyne was caught in apromising situation in the hotel hallway, and if this news gets out,


    both of them as well as the Maskelyne Group will be embarrassed by it.


    Tyrell had a desire to pursue future investments from influential figures. However, if they be aware


    of the current situation, how can he maintain his reputation and approach them confidently for further


    investments? How can he face those esteemed investors?


    The thought of the potential consequences made Tyrell furious to the extent that he entertained the


    idea of harming Sylvia. How is it possible for a woman to be so audacious and immoral? It was a regret


    not to have taken decisive action against her earlier.


    The reporter and Tyrell''s henchmen were in a chaotic brawl, with the scene being extremely disorderly.


    The security guards inside the hotel also rushed over, and the hotel manager looked at the group of


    journalists and people Tyrell brought with him.


    "Call the police, of course. This kind of group fight needs to be handled by them. I believe they will take


    responsibility," Franklin''s voice was calm.


    The manager had no other choice but to call the police immediately.


    These journalists were used to chasing news and gossip, and their physical strength was not


    something that ordinary workers couldpare with.


    Although the individuals dressed in ck possessed remarkable martial arts skills, they found


    themselves momentarily incapable of handling the journalists. Complicating matters, the corridor wasBelonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    cramped, and hotel security promptly intervened.


    Amidst the chaos, the three groups became entangled in aical back-and-forth altercation.


    Observing the spectacle unfold, Sylvia couldn''t help butugh. "Mrs. Maskelyne, I''ve treated you


    before, and your digestive system is perfectly healthy."


    Furious and in great difort due to Sylvia''s treatment, Mrs. Maskelyne''s eyes rolled back in her


    head. "I''ll end your life! You vile woman! You have caused me..."


    Before she couldplete her sentence, a swarm of policemen burst out of the elevator.


    She believed her cohorts had managed to seize the camera equipment, hoping to prevent this


    unttering scene from being broadcasted on television or circting online. However, she never


    anticipated the swift arrival of the police!


    Tyrell almost fainted when he saw the police officers rushing towards them; his breath choked up in his


    chest making him feel like he couldn''t breathe properly at all!


    The intensity of his anger was so severe that he nearly experienced a heart attack right then and there,


    all due to the actions of Mrs. Maskelyne that had thrust them into this predicament.


    "Mr. Maskelyne, Mrs. Maskelyne, you are both esteemed intellectuals with international recognition.


    How can you engage in such violent conduct?" The chief police officer wore a disapproving expression


    as they listened to the relentless ramblings of their manager, who pointed usatory fingers at Tyrell


    and Mrs. Maskelyne.


    Then... he caught a foul stench that made him feel nauseous right there on the spot! He also noticed


    stains on Mrs. Maskelyne''s pants, which shocked him even more than before because after fermenting


    for so long, the sight of Mrs. Maskelyne had be simply unbearable!


    The reporters'' sses were askew, their cameras smashed. They shouted at the police, "Officers, we


    received a tip that Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne were here and rushed over to interview them. But then Mrs.


    Maskelyne had a public ident! She messed herself up, so we filmed it."


    "Mr. Maskelyne got furious and tried to smash our cameras and equipment! We''re just journalists doing


    our job reporting the facts - it would be wrong not to report this story! And besides, we asked them if


    they ate their new experimental medicine from theb - you know, the one for constipation or baldness


    that everyone suffers from these days? We did it with good intentions of helping people."


    Mrs. Maskelyne was on the brink of copse after hearing this; her face turned red then white as she


    never expected such an exposure.


    And now they described everything in detail; she couldn''t take it anymore and screamed as she ran


    towards the elevator but was quickly stopped by police officers who said, "Stop her! The investigation is


    notplete yet - she''s involved in this case!"


    Sylvia watched as two officers quickly approached Mrs. Maskelyne, blocking her way. Tyrell closed his


    eyes; he had never experienced such an uncontroble situation before. He opened his mouth to


    exin, but what could he say when Mrs. Maskelyne''s ident was a fact? And now there was also a


    foul smell emanating from her body, which left him speechless.


    "Come on, Mr. Maskelyne," said one of the officers, trying hard not tough at this ridiculous scene,


    "Go back with us for further investigation." Tyrell''s facial muscles trembled as he said, "I''lle back


    with you, but my wife needs some time to clean up first... please understand."


    "Well... this isn''t ideal," replied one officer hesitantly, "since your wife is still considered an important


    witness." This meant that they wouldn''t let Mrs. Maskelyne leave yet.


    "I demand permission to bathe in my son''s room and change clothes right away!" eximed Mrs.


    Maskelyne through gritted teeth. "If you don''t trust me, then have one of your female hotel staff


    apany me."


    The police officer was a bit hesitant, but Mrs. Maskelyne was just too unpleasant. In the end, he could


    only nod and say, "Alright, hurry up then."


    Mrs. Maskelyne lifted her chin and walked towards Franklin and Sylvia''s room with her head held high.


    Even now, she maintained her haughty posture.


    She didn''t want anyone to look down on her.


    But... everyone knew about her scandalous affair, so everyone looked at her with a hint of strangeness


    in their eyes.


    Sylvia stepped aside to let Mrs. Maskelyne in.


    Mrs. Maskelyne gave Sylvia a cold nce as she passed by her. Her voice sounded like it was


    squeezed out from between clenched teeth as she said, "You think you''ve won? Impossible!"


    Sylvia smiled slightly and replied, "But you haven''t won either, have you?"


    Mrs. Maskelyne gritted her teeth and snorted before storming into the room.


    Then she went straight into the bathroom while Tyrell ordered his men to quickly buy some clothes from


    nearby stores.


    His men didn''t dare dy after telling the police about this matter; they immediately left to buy clothes


    for Mrs. Maskelyne


    Time passed quickly; everyone stood in the hallway without daring to leave.


    Tyrell''s face was dark with anger as he pondered how to resolve this situation. If he didn''t want it


    reported or known by everyone else, it would cost him a lot of money, which made him feel distressed.


    However, if he didn''t resolve this matter now, how would he ever show his face again?


    The more Tyrell thought about it, the angrier he got, especially towards Sylvia. And that map must still


    be in Sylvia''s hands; he wasn''t sure if whoever was sent into their room managed to get hold of it or


    not.


    When Tyrell appeared in the corridor with his men, he had already sent one man inside their room


    secretly looking for that map. At that time, Franklin and Sylvia were not inside, and they weren''t


    wearing anything that indicated they had hidden away the painting. So Tyrell assumed that his man had


    sessfully stolen the painting.


    Thinking back, it wasn''t such a big loss if they did get hold of it. His mood improved instantly when


    thinking of acquiring something valuable.


    A few minutes passed before Tyrell''s man returned, panting heavily after hurriedly buying some clothes


    from nearby stores. He handed them over, saying, "Mr. Maskelyne, clothes."


    Tyrell didn''t even have time to open the package and see what was inside before rushing into the


    bathroom of the room and handing it over to Mrs. Maskelyne.


    As soon as Mrs. Maskelyne opened it, she was dumbfounded.


    "What is this? This outfit isn''t worth a hundred dors, it''s something only an olddy in her fifties or


    sixties would wear to go grocery shopping."


    But with the situation being so critical, she couldn''t afford to be picky and had no choice but to put on


    the clothes. If she kept fussing over every little detail, Tyrell would probably get impatient.


    After putting on the clothes, she walked out. Although she had showered several times and used plenty


    of body wash, for some reason she still felt like there was a lingering odor on her body.


    Especially with this outfit that made her look like an olddy - it was really quite a sight.


    Sylvia couldn''t help butugh when she saw Mrs. Maskelyne who usually dressed so "stylishly".