Tensed environment.
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Hector was unconcerned as the reporters continued to photograph him. Most reporters who were all present didn’t recognize him.
He didn't appear In public very much, so they didn’t realize he was Hector Zachary.
As he made his way past them, Matilda hurriedly made her way towards the door, as she shut it, because Hector left the door of the room open.
During this process, reporter’s were able to capture the face of Matilda and she felt her heart sink terribly.
As she successfully seals the room door, tears stream down from her eyes.
She had no idea why her sister would do something like this.
She has to leave the hotel room!
As she took in a deep breath, she opened the door of the room and made her way outside.
Reporter’s started taking pictures of her but know matter how hard she attempted to shield her face, they were still good at their job because reporters were virtually everywhere.
‘Miss what relationship do you have with the man who just walked out?’
‘Is it true that you are seeing someone else?’
‘Are you going to postpone your wedding?’
‘Do you have anything to say about cheating on your fiance?’
‘Matilda Keegan. Is it true that you never liked your fiance and you are only going to get married to him because of business purposes?’
She was bombarded with lots of questions, but she disregarded them all.
All she wanted to do was get away from them.
She finally got to the elevator and shut the door before any reporters could get in.
Immediately she went to the hotel foyer; she was also besieged with a throng of reporters.
They were everywhere, and they kept asking tons of questions.
She began walking in fast pace, and as soon as she exited the hotel lobby, she called a cab.
As she stepped inside the cab, she breathed a sigh of relief since she was finally out of sight of the reporters.
Matilda turned her gaze towards her rear as she gazed at all the reporter’s.
She had just slept with a stranger last night and she didn’t have the time to digest things before all the reporter’s showed up at the hotel door.
She has no idea where the man who had declared his name Hector was, nor does she know what he does for a living.
Could it be that he was drugged by Cecelia?
Matilda instantly had a lot of questions, but the fact that no one was around to answer them gave her a headache.
“Miss. Where am I taking you to?” The cab driver abruptly inquired, and his words brought her back to reality.
She exhaled. “To the Keegan mansion.”
Everyone in town knows about the Keegan family since they keep a high social status.
They were among the top known families in town and they seemed flawless in the sight of the public, but in reality it was all a show.
As the cab driver nodded his head he took Matilda to her parents mansion.
When he arrived, he stopped his car, and Matilda got out of the car as she raced towards the security guards stationed near the mansion gate.
She begged one of them for a few dollar bills, which she then used to pay the cab driver.
Matilda was relieved that there were no reporters near her family gate.
As she stepped inside the Mansion compound she became frozen because a middle-aged lady stood with her palm across her chest.
She was Matilda’s foster mother.
Her mother’s gaze was sharp, and she appeared irritated, prompting Matilda to shiver beneath her mother’s sight.
“Mom… mum, I did nothing…”
She couldn’t finish her statement because a strong slap landed on her cheek, leaving the hand of the person who delivered the slap engraved on her Matilda face.
Hector Zachary, on the other hand, was being followed out of the hotel room by a bunch of reporters.
‘Sir, how is Miss Matilda Keegan connected to you, and could you please clarify your relationship?’
‘Are you her hidden lover?’
‘Sir. How long have you been dating Miss Matilda?’
‘Is it true that she forced you into a secret relationship?’
‘Sir. Are you aware that Miss Matilda is about to get married next week?’
‘Sir, please speak up!!’
The voice of numerous reporter’s reverberated all over his ear.
He didn’t bother replying to them because giving them an answer won’t change anything.
According to what Hector knows, reporters are skilled at manipulating the words of others in order to get you to say what they have at mind.
He realized that his silence alone speaks louder than words.
As he exited the hotel, he made his way to the hotel garage to retrieve the car he had brought with him.
Yesterday. His best friend and him had both entered the car on their way to the hotel.
As he turned on the car engine, he drove off at full speed without minding whether his car hit the reporters that were standing in front of his car.
Luckily they all evade his car from hitting them.
As he approached his house, he parked his car in the garage and went straight to his room to get a spare phone after misplacing his phone at the bar with his friend the night before.
Probably when he was struggling to resist his s****l urges.
He quickly contacted Jim, his secretary at work, after turning on his phone.
“Jim. I don’t care how much it costs or how you plan to do it; all I need is for you to remove the recordings and photos off the internet.”
Hector does not need to go online to find out that videos and photographs of him have been posted.
When he lost his wife, he instantly knew the way of reporters.
“Okay, sir!” Jim responded.
Hector hung up the phone call and just as he was ready to call a trustworthy reporter, the doorbell of his mansion rang.
He sluggishly approached his door, only to be met by his grandfather.
He seemed incredibly mad.
“I didn’t come all the way here to hear your explanation, Hector.”
His granddad’s remarks were icy and his look stern.
“Then why are you here Grandpa? I’m very busy right now.”
Hector’s grandfather sighed.
He was contemplating for a while and still decided to give it a go. “The only way out of this mess is to marry that lady.”
The remarks of Hector’s granddad made the entire environment tense and frigid.
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