Fiona, standing off to the side, frowned as Anna calmly dismantled every accusation thrown at her.
"Why is she denying everything?" Fiona hissed under her breath.
Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and typed quickly.
She's dodging the questions. Don't let her leave. Push harder.
A second later, her reporter friend's phone buzzed. She glanced down, then lifted her gaze—meeting Fiona's eyes. A subtle nod passed between them.
Right on cue, the reporter stepped forward again.
"We may not have proof," she said loudly, "but isn't it true that your mother offended someone badly enough for them to come after her?"
Anna recognized the tactic instantly.
Push. Corner. Provoke.
They wanted her emotional. Flustered. Slipping.
Kevin immediately moved closer, placing himself slightly in front of Anna. "Enough," he snapped. "You cannot harass our actor like this."
"Then why not tell them the truth?"
The new voice sliced through the murmurs, sharp and calculated.
