"Mrs. Harris, Mrs. Harris, what do you think of the news that broke this morning?"

"How do you feel about the rumor that Mr. Harris and an unknown woman were spotted at the Paxton Hotel?"

Jorja had just stepped out of the car, lost in the ocean of flashing lights. Even with two bodyguards by her side, she found it hard to move in the throng of impassioned reporters.

The reporters' questions were sharp and straightforward. Cameras and microphones were continuously thrust in front of Jorja. She felt as if she was showered with a bucket of icy cold water loaded with ice cubes. Each ice cube representative of one of those questions. She slowly got lost amidst all the bombardment of questions.

Unknown woman? ...the only question in her mind.

No, the only woman who could be with Tyler would be someone she knew very well. How could she possibly be unknown?

"Mrs. Harris, can you say something? Are the rumors true that your relationship with Mr.Harris has broken down and you're about to divorce?"

Jorja was snapped back to reality by these words. She looked at the reporter who asked the question with a puzzled expression. Seeing her reaction, the reporter assumed he had guessed correctly and was overjoyed. He forcefully shoved the microphone in her face, "Mrs. Harris, when are you and Mr. Harris getting divorced? Have you discussed alimony payments?"

Jorja's jaw was hit hard by the microphone, causing tears to well up from the pain, but she couldn't help but marvel at the reporter's imagination. She had no idea where he had heard such unfounded rumors.

With this reporter setting the tone, the subsequent media questions became more and more reckless. The topic jumped from 'how it felt to be cheated on by Mr. Harris' to 'how much shares of Millenia Group she could obtain after the divorce'. Despite her not uttering a single word, they seemed to have crafted their front-page headlines for the following morning.

Jorja wanted to step back, away from these ruthless reporters, but there was nowhere to go. She felt cornered, needed to escape, wanted to run, but how would she get away?

Just as she was at a total loss, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and the person who held her hand forcefully pulled her out of the predicament. He used one hand to push away all the cameras and microphones blocking the way, taking her out of the tight encirclement.

Jorja looked at his back in a daze, tall and broad just like how she pictured him, strong enough to support the whole world.

They ascended three steps and stood in front of the entrance of Millenia Group. The relentless reporters were blocked by his bodyguards. Looking up at his side profile, this was her Tyler Harris, his handsome face tense and colder than a snowy day.

Jorja's heart tightened. She had lived with him for three years, and even though they weren't particularly intimate, she knew this was a sign he was angry. She quickly decided to calm herself, turned to face the media, ready to repeat the official line she'd used countless times in the past three years, 'our relationship is good and stable'. However, Tyler gave her a sidelong glance.

With just a glance, Jorja's lips sealed together again.

Tyler turned to face the reporters and media below the steps. The flashes were even more intense than when they were focused on Jorja, but there were hardly any questions, which was expected. After all, Tyler's aura was impossible for ordinary people to withstand. Whenever he was present, the entire room would instinctively hold their breaths.

"I'll only say this once."

"After this, anyone who dares to disturb my wife with the morning paper report should not blame me for closing off every corner of the world to them."

Tyler paused. A shadowy crowd below the steps all thrust their microphones and recorders towards him as their nerves grew taut.

Jorja also raised her head to look at Tyler, whose appearance and capabilities were impeccable.

Then, he opened his thin lips and uttered a few chilling words: "Jorja and I will NEVER divorce."