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Chapter 1427
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There didn’t seem to be any evidence that someone had instructed her to do so.
Noticing Annabel’s puzzled expression, the assistant quickly added, “According to the reporter, I also reviewed the security footage from that day. It confirms she entered the venue alone p>
Annabel rubbed her fingertips together, lips pressed tight. Had she been overthinking it? Still, she let out a quiet sigh. Handling issues like this wasn’t her specialty, and after dealing with so many similar incidents, she had grown a little paranoid.
“What’s the public sentiment online?” Annabel asked, setting the documents aside to focus on what mattered most.
“The PR team handled it as of yesterday,” the assistant reported carefully. “They’ve been pushing promotion for the new show, and combined with Margo’s generally positive image, it’s suppressed most of the negative comments. It hasn’t had much impact p>
Annabel nodded, satisfied. She had complete confidence in the company’s PR department.
“Now that we’ve confirmed the reporter’s background, have her and her company issue an apology immediately,” Annabel said.
The assistant agreed and promptly left to carry out the instruction.
Annabel glanced at her watch. It was time to head out. She gathered her things and left the office.
By the time she reached the parking lot, Annabel was keenly aware that someone was following her.
Outwardly, she remained calm, but she quietly readied her phone.
She had no idea how many people were tailing her, and she didn’t dare make any sudden moves.
As the pursuer drew closer, Annabel deliberately moved into the range of a surveillance camera. Then, as she reached for her car keys, a hand shot out from behind her.
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Annabel reacted instantly. She caught the person’s wrist and twisted hard. Just as she was about to throw them with a judo move, a shout stopped her.
“Stop! It’s me p>
The voice was familiar. Annabel turned and saw a familiar figure crouched on the ground, a pitiful expression on their face.
There was a hint of annoyance etched on Annabel’s face as she gazed down at the man squatting before her. With crossed arms, she quizzically asked, “What brings you here p>
Herman bent his wrist and turned to Annabel. “I just wanted to crack a joke with you. I didn’t know that you would hit me so hard p>
Extending his hand towards Annabel, he added, “Oh, my goodness. Will this leave any lasting damage? If it does, you’ll have to take responsibility for it p>
Helplessly, Annabel said, “It’s all because you’ve been trailing after me.” If Herman hadn’t reacted quickly enough, Annabel might have hit him.
“Why are you so apathetic towards me? It’s disheartening,” Herman said with pity.
“Tell me, what’s going on?” Annabel located her car and casually inquired of Herman.