TimeNovelChapter 88 Smash Them
Outside
“Smash their equipment!”
The moment the female journalist heard Elliot's commanding voice, the image of a face she'd seen in a business
magazine flashed through her mind.
Elliot Andrews!
It was Elliot Andrews!
The distinguished head of the Andrews family, the esteemed Mr. Andrews!
Caught off guard and still reeling from the realization, the journalist hadn't even recovered when her camera and
other equipment were abruptly confiscated. As she reached out to reclaim them, she met Elliot’s icy gaze and
felt as though she had plunged into an ice cave.
In that moment, she understood why almost everyone was so eager to leave.
It was because of Elliot!
Who would dare risk their lives to report on his affairs? Only those with a death wish!
Rooted to the spot, the journalist shivered.
While stories of his romantic escapades were certainly newsworthy, she lacked the courage to confront him. She
didn’t dare attempt to retrieve her confiscated equipment. Her heartbeat accelerated with anxiety.
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Just as her tools teetered on the edge of being destroyed, Elliot's voice rang out once more, this tsounding
almost celestial. She felt a momentary relief, grateful that her gender might spare her from further difficulties.
However, Elliot then instructed, “Don’t smash them here. Take them outside.”
He glanced at the subdued group and ordered, “Ask Kaden to find out which news agency they're from and shut
it down immediately! And tell all the journalists who had left earlier to delete their photos if they know what's
good for them.”
Hearing this, the journalist's legs turned to jelly, overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation.
Elliot ordered the sealing of the news agency?
How was that possible?
“Mr. Andrews, this wasn't intentional! It’s my fault. | didn’t recognize you. Please, don’t hold this against us!” the
female journalist pleaded anxiously.
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Elliot remained silent.
Elliot's anger had been fueled by the disruption of his sleep, compounded by the unsettling fact that Corynn had
been drugged the previous night.
Now, their direct affront had further offended him.
“Mr. Andrews, I'll delete all the photos right now. | promise they won't get out!” The female journalist managed
to break away from the grip of a guard, rushed to the door, and called out fervently.
As Elliot rose to his feet, someone draped a night robe over his shoulders.
He tied the robe and strode towards the door.
The female journalist looked at him with a flicker of hope in her eyes. “Mr. Andrews, | assure you the photos will
never be leaked. I'll stay silent about today’s events. Can you let us go?”
“Who sent you here?” Elliot inquired sternly.
The journalist responded quickly, “I don’t know. I just received a text on my phone saying there was a woman
who looks like Corynn involved in unsavory activities at this hotel!”
She hurriedly pulled out her phone, found the message, and showed it to Elliot.
“Kaden.” Elliot turned to look at Kaden, his tone icy.
Kaden promptly took the phone from the female journalist, noted down the number, and immediately had
someone trace it.
“Mr. Andrews, can we go now?” the journalist asked cautiously.
Elliot sneered in response, “When did | say | would let you go? | gave you a chance to leave, but you chose to
stay.”
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Would these people have deleted the photos voluntarily if he weren't Elliot Andrews?
Certainly not.
Without his intervention, explicit photos of Corynn would have spread far and wide, subjecting her to widespread
vilification on the internet.
“Prostitution... What a vile accusation,” he muttered disdainfully. “Corynn is the daughter of the Harper family
and the vice president of Harper Group. Why would you think she would stoop to prostitution?” The thought
alone made Elliot seethe at the malice of whoever orchestrated this.
The journalist was left speechless. She had rushed over after seeing the news, not pausing to question its
validity.
In her eagerness to scoop the story, she had not considered the consequences or the truth of the allegations.
“I...” she stammered, at a loss for words.
Just then, she recalled the image of Corynn and noted the scratches on Elliot's bare upper body.
A chill ran through her.
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Realizing the gravity of her mistake, she felt a sinking feeling. “I've really messed up,” she thought to herself
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