Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 422

Heather had managed to put an end to this discussion for now, yet the resentment continued to build up in her. Matthias had played a flawlessly strategic game this round but she vowed that he would not be so lucky next time.

He had presented her with a memorable gift indeed and now that there was definitely bad blood between them, she was determined to return his favor by a hundredfold.

Knowing that there was more trouble to come, she began to worry about how this might affect her entrepreneurship. Surely it would be that much harder for her to start her own business after a scandal like this.

She was outraged at the thought of the newspaper following up on the ridiculous story they had published, and she was seized with the violent urge to burn that newspaper company to the ground. With this in mind, she could no longer stomach her breakfast.

“I’m heading out for a bit, Grandpa,” Heather announced as she gazed at the breakfast laid out before her. She had lost her appetite and anger twisted her features into a grimace.

Upon seeing how angry she was, Robert couldn’t help but worry for Matthias. He hardly knew anyone who could stop her from wreaking havoc whenever she lost her temper.

“Heather, you have to deal with these things calmly,” he pointed out gently, afraid that she might abandon all rationale and act on impulse instead.

“You’re the only one who believes me, Grandpa. I won’t sit by and do nothing while someone takes advantage of me this way. As far as I’m concerned, marriage isn’t even on the table for me yet,” she said woefully, clearly getting more upset as she tried to speak up for herself.

She couldn’t count the times she had rolled her eyes at the newspaper’s description of her alleged romance with Matthias. The article had claimed that it was love at first sight and that it did not take long for them to take things to the next level, essentially describing her as a person without much depth.

The entire passage had depicted her as some desperate woman who clung onto Matthias, whom the newspaper painted as prince charming. That narrative alone was enough to spur her murderous rage. She would eradicate the newspaper company entirely and before they knew it, their future in Bradfort City would be over.

Robert watched as his granddaughter stormed out of the room, then withdrew his gaze. Once she was all worked up like that, it would be impractical to try and stop her. He would be much better off if he let her do as she pleased.

Having gone into the garage, Heather slid into the sleekest sports car in the family vehicle collection. After all, if she was going to destroy somebody, she should do it with style.

The sports car sped down the route toward the newspaper company. She might not be able to fight back against Matthias for now but seeing as the newspaper company had colluded with him, they would have to bear the brunt of her aggression.

She ought to teach them a lesson so that they would know she was not one to be trifled with. As the car whooshed down the street, she single-handedly slipped on a pair of shades that accentuated the delicate angles of her face, and the intimidating look on her face was enough to freeze anyone to death.

Meanwhile, the Apple Gazette was operating as usual, oblivious to the storm that was coming their way. They had no idea of the crisis that hit them from the very moment Heather walked through their doors.

Her regal demeanor turned heads in the office as she strode in with her shades on. She did not bother to greet anyone and instead barked coldly, “I want to speak with your editor-in-chief.”

Heather still looked glamorous despite her rage and she spoke in a crisp, carrying voice. The employees couldn’t help but deem her as the female embodiment of perfection itself.

Then, they peered at her more carefully, and finally came to the realization that she was the same woman whom they had written about on their front page news.

When no one responded to her, she strode toward the private office. She wasn’t blind after all, and the editor-in-chief’s office was in a rather conspicuous corner.

The employees exchanged bewildered looks and began to chatter among themselves in low voices. However, she paid no attention to them as she pushed open the door to the editor-in-chief’s office. When she saw a middle-aged man with a beer gut seated behind the desk, she sneered. He was already getting on her nerves just by sitting there, which meant there was no way for him to escape her wrath now.

Everyone peered into the office curiously and they saw her standing across from Mitchell, the unfortunate editor-in-chief. She slowly took off her shades and locked eyes with him.

Then, she brusquely threw the newspaper in her hand onto his desk and demanded imperiously, “Explain this to me.”

Mitchell glanced at her with fear in his eyes. Truth was, he had known that this might happen when he agreed to collude with Matthias.

Despite the years she had spent abroad, tales of Heather’s ruthlessness continued to circulate in the urbanscape of Bradfort City, and all of them depicted her as a cold and decisive woman who stood for nobody’s nonsense.

“It’s a ballsy move for you to print news like this without even consulting the Langston Family beforehand,” she seethed, causing him to feel a chill run down his spine when he saw the dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“Miss Langston,” he began, then swallowed convulsively as he tried to come up with a way to placate her.

“I’m sure you’re aware that the Langston Family is powerful enough to wipe out a news company from the face of Bradfort City,” she drawled, the threat heavy in her voice. It was crucial for her to bring her family into this if she wanted to intimidate somebody.

“Don’t be so rash, Miss Langston. I can explain,” he answered nervously as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Though he had foreseen this confrontation, he hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly and now, he was left without a strategy.

“I have no interest in your explanation—let me see the front page for tomorrow,” she snapped. She had a feeling that this morning’s paper was not the end of the scandal. There would likely be another follow-up story tomorrow, and she had to do everything she could to stop it from being published.

“Miss Langston, we have a schedule for our operations here, and the layout for the front page hasn’t even been decided yet,” he sputtered. Mitchell was lying, of course, but it wasn’t as though he could tell Heather the truth—not if he still wanted to survive.

“Don’t give me that crap. I’ve personally dropped by today to talk things over with you but if we can’t reach a consensus, then I can get a couple of my acquaintances to meet you this afternoon. I’d like to see if they could change your mind then.” Threat underscored her words. She could not let the newspaper get away with publishing any more ridiculous articles on a non-existent scandal.

Mitchell had been in the industry for a while now, but he had never been met with such direct and aggressive confrontation before. Nevertheless, he would be wise to fear the Langstons’ authority, seeing as they were one of the giants in Bradfort City’s business scene. They could not have existed as a corporation for over a century without making connections with the underworld.

“Why don’t we sit down and work things out?” he suggested, trying to buy himself time.

“No, thanks. I’m here to resolve an actual problem and I don’t have time to work things out slowly,” she said, turning him down immediately. From the very moment they decided to publish derogatory and baseless articles on her personal life, they had set themselves on a path to hell and she had no intention to spare them from her wrath.