Chapter 1163
Chapter 1163:
How could that be? Shouldn’t it have been Herman?
Shocked and furious, Heather clenched her fists.
Annabel clung to Rupert, both arms looped around his neck, her face flushed red with embarrassment. Rupert was positioned over her, and they were both covered by a blanket that concealed their private parts.
From the way they were arranged, it didn’t take a genius to guess what it looked like.
Rupert bared his teeth and glared at the reporters. “Have you seen enough p>
The reporters’ expressions shifted instantly. They trembled, panic spreading through them. They had been so eager for an exclusive that they had stormed in without verifying the story.
Not only had they failed to get any breaking news, but they also risked losing their jobs.
The reporters were so embarrassed and terrified of what might happen next that they didn’t even dare look Rupert in the eye, afraid of offending him further. As for Annabel, she kept her face buried against Rupert’s neck.
At that moment, an older reporter—someone with years of experience in entertainment news—wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced a smile. “Well, Mr. Benton… someone fed us false information that a public figure was having sex with his girlfriend here. That’s why we came. I’m truly sorry, Mr. Benton. Please continue with what you were doing. We won’t disturb you any longer p>
After saying that, he backed up two steps and turned around. Before leaving, he waved at the others and muttered in a low voice, “Let’s go. Now. Hurry p>
The reporter Heather had contacted was furious, cursing silently as he left. He would rather miss a huge scoop than risk having the powerful Mr. Benton ruin his career.
As for Heather, she slipped away the moment she realized her plan had failed. She knew she had better not let Rupert notice her there.
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Once the reporters were gone, Annabel finally lifted her head. A relieved smile spread across her face as she took a deep breath.
“Thank God they finally left. Putting on an act is exhausting p>
Rupert smiled too. He lifted the blanket and sat up on the bed. The reporters had been so frightened that they fled without taking a closer look at Annabel and Rupert—who, in fact, hadn’t taken off a single piece of clothing.
This was the plan Annabel and Herman had come up with. Annabel had called Rupert over and asked him to act with her. As for Herman, when he arrived on the third floor with Annabel, he went straight into the room next door to wait.
He had clearly heard the reporters apologizing to Rupert and scrambling away.
Annabel slid off the bed and stretched her arms with a smile. “Well, since the reporters are gone, it’s time to let Herman come back. It’s his room, after all p>
Rupert nodded in agreement and let out a low chuckle, sending a shiver of goosebumps across Annabel’s skin. She hurriedly put on her coat, which had been tossed onto the bed, then rushed out of the room. She knocked on the door next door and called for Herman, who was still harboring some resentment.
“Did our plan work?” Herman asked, his expression far from pleased, though there was no hostility in his tone.
Annabel nodded and led him back into the original room. Turning to him, she spoke solemnly. “Herman, I owe you my gratitude. If it weren’t for you, I could have ended up in the news again p>