Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 322

Finally landing such an explosive scoop, the reporters weren't about to let Vivienne Sinclair off easily. A barrage of sharp, probing questions hit her all at once, microphones shoved practically into her face.

"Ms. Sinclair, what is your response to Ms. Horgan's accusations just now? Did you genuinely plagiarize?"

"Although Ms. Horgan only mentioned two specific instances, were all the patents you presented today stolen?"

"Did you know beforehand that Ms. Horgan was going to accuse you? If so, was your explanation just now pre-planned?"

As the interrogation escalated, the topics veered shamelessly into her private life, crossing every boundary.

"Is there a personal grudge between you and Ms. Horgan? Why would she suddenly target you at such a formal event?"

"What exactly is your relationship with Mr. Sinclair? We hear he is a married man with a wife and child. By parading around with him so publicly, are you acting as the other woman ruining his family?"

Vivienne had been listening with a deep frown, managing to keep a strained composure. But the moment she heard that last question, her emotions snapped. "Which publication are you with? Do you have any professional ethics at all? Keep spouting this fabricated nonsense, and I'll sue you for defamation!"

Her outburst only fueled the fire. The reporters weren't intimidated in the slightest; they wanted her agitated because that made for better headlines.

The subsequent questions grew even more aggressive, each one aimed squarely at Vivienne, plunging the scene into absolute chaos. Ultimately, it took the intervention of the security team to restore order.

She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed Julian's number. The moment he answered, she blurted out, "Julian, why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

Julian's voice was frigid over the line. "I have work."

Vivienne obviously knew he had work. She called mainly to hear him explain himself directly to her, but clearly, he had no intention of doing so.

Forced to swallow her bitterness and grievances, Vivienne softened her tone. "Then I won't bother you. Just remember to let me know when you land in New York City."

Julian ignored her affectionate remark, his tone remaining devoid of warmth. "Focus on cleaning up your own mess first."