Chapter 782 The Bottomless Journalist

Chapter 782 The Bottomless Journalist

The woman screamed, thrashing wildly in the security guards' grip.

"Bullying people in broad daylight — are you even human?!"

"Miss, I mean no harm. I just want to have a proper talk with you," Margaret said calmly, waving for the security guards to let the woman go.

"Come with us. It's too crowded here."

Margaret's eyes were dark and unreadable. The woman swallowed hard and, left with no choice, followed Margaret to the restaurant at the building's entrance.

"Where did you find this video?" Margaret asked.

The woman hemmed and hawed for a long time but couldn't give a straight answer.

"Miss, I suggest you think carefully. This has damaged our company's reputation. If you can't give us an explanation, we'll have no choice but to send you a lawyer's letter."

Margaret said coldly. Sure enough, the woman flinched slightly.

"Is that a threat?"

"I'm just stating the facts."

Margaret said quietly. The woman was clearly frightened. She picked up her phone.

"I don't remember. I just saved the video randomly. I can't find the source right now."

Watching the woman's expression, Margaret had a feeling this wasn't so simple.

She took a deep breath and asked the question she'd been wondering about: "Where is Kevin?"

At that, the woman actually burst out laughing.

"Seriously? A company employee goes missing and you're asking me where he is? Ms. Scott, isn't that a little..."

She stopped mid-sentence as one of the security guards shot her a sharp look.

Margaret couldn't be bothered to say more. She shook her head and stood up. "Miss, watch yourself."

Then she walked away without looking back.

On the way back, Margaret sent Kevin several messages, but got no reply.

She opened a social media app and was surprised to find a new trending topic.

"Margaret Bullies Innocent Woman"

Margaret's eyes went wide. She clicked on it — it was the woman she'd met that afternoon.

The woman had taken screenshots from the video of the security guards pulling her back, and had maliciously edited Margaret's expression to look menacing, as if Margaret had come to threaten her.

Looking at the trending post, Margaret instinctively bit her lip. She'd been played.

She hadn't expected the woman to be this ruthless, covering every angle. She had underestimated her opponent.

Margaret called the security office and had them bring up the footage from earlier — the confrontation between her and the woman, and the security guards' response.

"Ms. Scott, we really didn't expect them to post it online," the head of security said helplessly.

Margaret glanced at the screen and waved her hand. "It's fine."

She then started reviewing the surveillance footage along the street, from the moment the woman entered the building to the scuffle with the guards. Something had to have happened in between.

Margaret stared at the screen without blinking, not letting her guard down for a second.

"Ms. Scott, found it, found it!" The security chief quickly pulled up the footage.

Margaret saw the woman step out of a black sedan, holding a camera. Based on the angle of the fabricated video, someone must have been following them the whole time.

She studied the woman's movements carefully and noticed that the black sedan hadn't moved — it seemed to be waiting for the woman.

A slight smile crept onto Margaret's lips. Now it all made sense. None of this was coincidence.

Her phone rang. Margaret glanced at the caller ID and ignored it.

"Have the tech team look into that car. I need answers," she said sharply.

Every minute mattered right now.

Margaret spent the entire night locked in her room, watching her trending topic. The heat didn't die down — it shot straight to number one.

At this rate, she'd be doxxed before she even found Kevin.

William pushed the door open gently, carrying a mug of hot cocoa. Seeing her sitting there tense and stone-faced, a flicker of worry crossed his eyes. His gentle voice broke the silence.

"Hey. Let the team handle it tomorrow. Come to bed."

He knew Margaret was serious and detail-oriented, someone who never settled for less than perfect. But when it came to gossip and online drama, what mattered most was keeping a clear head.

Margaret let out a long sigh. "I already had the PR team try to take down the trending topic. It didn't work."

She'd lost count of how many times she'd snapped at the PR team by now — they couldn't even get one trending topic removed.

"Obviously someone's pulling the strings behind all this, trying to throw you off balance," William said, pulling her into his arms and gently stroking her hair.

"You're right, but..." Margaret was burning with anxiety. She'd never dealt with anything this tricky before.

"The people you care about most are the ones who can throw you off the most. You're better off getting some rest and talking it through with Electra tomorrow. She's the one who really needs support right now." William hit the nail on the head, and it clicked for Margaret — this wasn't the moment to be fixating on her own trending topic.

Finally, a small smile appeared on Margaret's lips. She leaned into his arms and said softly, "Thank you."

After a few days of rest, Juniper gradually recovered.

Every time she felt the baby kick, she couldn't help but smile.

At ten in the morning, she gathered her things and headed out with her discharge papers to check out of the hospital.

But the moment she stepped out of her room, she saw a tall, lean figure coming straight toward her.

Her smile vanished instantly.

Juniper instinctively stepped back, about to slip away through the emergency exit, but Samuel caught up and grabbed her arm.

"Juniper, where are you going?"

His voice was urgent and anxious.

He hadn't dared to show his face for days — every time he came to the hospital, he'd only checked in with the doctors and nurses about her condition.

He held her wrist tightly, afraid that if he let go, she'd disappear.

"Let go of me. Stop following me. Let me go!"

Juniper was no match for Samuel's strength. Afraid that struggling too hard might hurt the baby, she could only shake her arm in frustration.

Sensing that Juniper was still furious, Samuel reluctantly released her.

"Okay, sweetheart. You're angry, and that's fine. Once we get home, you can let it all out however you want — you can even hit me if you need to."

Samuel kept his patience, trying to coax her, just wanting to get Juniper out of the hospital first.

But Juniper's resistance only grew stronger. No matter what Samuel said, she refused to leave with him.

"I'm not going to put myself through that anymore!"

Juniper's voice was firm. She put distance between herself and Samuel and said clearly, one word at a time: "I'm not going back. It's better for everyone this way — including your mother."

Samuel's mother had never approved of Juniper, and was always making snide remarks at home. Samuel knew that all too well.

He frowned and stepped closer, pleading: "Just calm down. Look at your belly — please, come home with me, for the baby's sake."

Juniper said nothing. Her silence was her answer.

"I know you're hurting, but we can work through it. If you don't want to stay at the villa, we can find somewhere else for you to rest during the pregnancy."

Samuel tried everything he could think of to get her to stay.

He didn't dare bring up the misunderstanding from a few days ago — it was Juniper's distrust that had caused it, and he was afraid of setting her off again.

But even so, Juniper wouldn't budge.

"No. I'm not going to end up on the streets."

Juniper said coldly, with a self-deprecating laugh. "I can find somewhere to stay. That's not a problem."