Unemployed Family? Hidden Tycoons Dote On Her novel Chapter 558

"What was he doing leaving in the middle of the night?" Robert asked, sounding baffled.

Charles shook his head. "I couldn't say, sir. Perhaps something urgent came up. I only found out myself this morning."

"Right. Never mind, then." It was probably just as well Matthew wasn't around.

"I'll go have Legal draft the clarification statement now," Charles said, then turned and headed out.

Robert leaned back into the sofa and sighed. "Matthew still hasn't realized Dr. Hamilton isn't seeing anyone, and now this whole mess blows up."

If he'd known earlier, he would've arranged for someone to take Naomi home last night.

Meanwhile, at the front gate.

Naomi had driven out, but reporters swarmed her car completely, blocking any chance of moving.

"Ms. Hamilton, why are you staying at Stewart Manor?"

"Was the broken engagement just for show? Are you two back together now?"

"Does this mean a wedding with Mr. Stewart is on the horizon?"

Facing the flood of questions, Naomi shook her head anxiously, her expression tense.

"Ms. Hamilton, care to comment?"

"Ms. Hamilton, why did you spend the night at Mr. Stewart's?"

"Ms. Hamilton, why are you leaving alone? Isn't Mr. Stewart with you?"

Naomi looked on the verge of tears. She pleaded with the crowd outside, "Please, let me through. Please move."

She honked a few times, acting frantic to leave, but her car didn't budge an inch.

"Step back, all of you," Charles called out firmly as he emerged. "If you continue harassing residents, we will contact the police."

"Does this mean the Hamiltons and Stewarts are reconciling?" one reporter dared to ask.

Charles replied coolly, "Does it look like I'm joking?"

He was just the butler, but he was the Stewarts' butler. His presence alone carried more weight than most people could challenge.

The crowd shifted uneasily, and soon some began making room for Naomi's car.

"Thank you," Naomi said to Charles softly before driving off.

Watching her leave, the reporters could only snap more photos. No one dared shout another question.

"All of you, clear out now," Charles stated. Then he turned crisply and went back inside Stewart Manor.

"What now?" someone muttered uncertainly.

Another suggested, "Mr. Stewart hasn't come out. Maybe we should wait a bit longer."

"Even if he does come out, would you really have the nerve to ask him anything?" someone else pointed out.

"Well..." That was true enough. Nobody wanted to risk crossing him.

"Forget it. I'm heading back to file the story."

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