"Miss Faulkner, what is this evidence you're talking about?"
"Miss Faulkner, please tell us."
"Miss Faulkner."
The relentless questions echoed one after another across the open lawn.
Seeing this, the smile on Dawn O'Connell's face grew wider. She was just waiting for the reporters to back Phoebe Faulkner—who was unable to produce any evidence—into a hopeless corner.
Phoebe Faulkner looked at Dawn O'Connell's smug expression, and a sense of unease washed over her. She reached into her bag, but a quick search revealed that the evidence she had placed inside was gone.
'The evidence... is gone?'
Phoebe Faulkner's expression turned grim.
The male reporter, who had clearly been paid off, exchanged a glance with Dawn O'Connell before seizing the opportunity to press Phoebe Faulkner further. "Miss Faulkner, don't tell me the rumors we heard were the real story all along? You don't actually have any truth to reveal, and this was all just an excuse to crash the wedding?"
