The reporters didn't believe Christina's words and started packing up their things, ready to leave.
What they didn't expect was that the sound of a phone ringing came closer and closer.
The reporters who were about to leave turned back excitedly and shouted, "It's Mr. Cavendish!"
In just a few seconds, the reporters returned to their positions. They set up their equipment and aimed their high-definition cameras at William and Christina.
Christina hung up the phone, put it away, and walked over to William.
Christina smiled sweetly, "Uncle, you scared everyone. We all thought you wouldn't come."
William gave the reporters a look, signaling that they could start.
The reporters, understanding the cue, slowly began, "Mr. Cavendish, with the rampant online reports about you and Ms. Windsor, have you and Ms. Windsor really had a sexual relationship as reported?"
"Mr. Cavendish, are you not planning to take responsibility?"
"Ms. Windsor is facing these issues now, Mr. Cavendish, are you not going to help her?"
These questions were extremely grating to William.
Christina found it even more laughable. Between her, William, and Jennifer, it was at most just public opinion and trending topics.
But now, in the eyes of the reporters, it had become newsworthy?
These people really knew how to find a topic, no wonder they were reporters.
Before Christina could say anything, William coldly retorted, "Did any of you see me having sex with Christina?"
William's words were straightforward and direct.
The reporters fell silent.
Christina added with a smile, "Since none of you saw me with my uncle, and there is no evidence, don't make baseless claims. Otherwise, we will hold you legally responsible."
"By the way, my uncle and I are just simply uncle and niece. Stop spreading rumors. And I am not messing around. I will continue my studies as usual."
"Uncle, they always like to spread rumors."
Christina lowered her head, her voice hoarse with a hint of grievance.
The reporters, including Bob, could see it.
Christina wanted to use this opportunity to clarify things. The reporters, wary of William's power, didn't dare to say much.
But they had only asked a few questions.
The situation was completely controlled by Christina and William, which was unacceptable.
So, a reporter asked again.
"Mr. Cavendish, Ms. Windsor, if you don't have that kind of relationship, why would someone expose it at this critical moment?"
"And Jennifer, why would she think of drugging you, Mr. Cavendish?"
"Ms. Windsor was at the scene, wasn't she? With your uncle-niece relationship, Ms. Windsor could call you over with just one phone call. Are you really not involved?"
These reporters, relying on the live broadcast, just wanted news.
No matter, they would deal with it as it came.
With William by her side, Christina didn't believe he wouldn't take action.
William's expression was extremely grim, as if covered by a thick layer of gloom.
Christina's sharp words were one thing, but now these people dared to talk nonsense in front of him.
"Then why are you here?" William threw out a question, leaving them speechless.
The reason they were here was to get newsworthy topics, wasn't it?
But this was a live broadcast, they couldn't just say that.
Before they could respond, William continued, "You're not police officers. Are you investigating a case with such detailed questions?"
"Christina and I are standing here responding. If we say there's no relationship, then there's no relationship. This is my final response. If similar news appears in the future, I will hold you legally responsible."
Christina added, "Did you hear that? Remove those trending topics immediately, stop the online attacks and rumors about me, and relevant departments, stop interfering with my personal matters."
She looked directly at the camera, scanning the reporters in front of her.
Such a straightforward statement had a good effect through the live broadcast.
William turned around, not wanting to respond any further.
Seeing him leave, Christina quickly followed, "Uncle, I haven't paid the reporters yet. Can you help me with that? I'm just a student, I don't have much money."
William's anger surged, but he couldn't lose his temper.
He coldly instructed Bob, "Bob, stay and handle this."
"Yes."
Bob then walked towards the group of reporters.
Christina pretended to follow William, and they entered the elevator together. William pressed the button for the 39th floor.
Christina pressed the button for the basement level.
William narrowed his eyes, a fierce look in them, "Threatening me, using me, Christina, you have some nerve."
At the same time, William took a step forward.
The elevator space was small, and Christina instinctively tried to avoid him, but she ended up being pinned against the elevator wall.
"What, can't look at me?" William sneered.
He reached out and pinched Christina's chin, forcing her to look up.
With such force, Christina couldn't push William away.
She was forced to look up, seeing William's face full of anger.
The fierceness in William's eyes seemed like he wanted to tear her apart.
"It's not that I don't dare, but Uncle, we're in your company's elevator. If there's a mole in your company, we'll be trending again."
"At that time, it won't be easy to explain with just words."
Christina maintained her smile. At such a close distance, William's handsome features were magnified in front of her, and the smell of tobacco and male hormones from him hit her senses.
Christina wasn't afraid, she just didn't want to.
"Isn't it you who dragged me into this? Christina, where did you get my phone number?" William tightened his grip.
In an instant, Christina's features twisted in pain.
Christina smiled lightly, even though her words were unclear, "Don't forget, my mom is your third brother's wife. Is it difficult for me to get your number?"
William's number, she remembered it clearly from her past life.
Later, when Harper was sick, she called him repeatedly. Sometimes he answered, sometimes it was someone else.
"Uncle, it's not that I want to drag you into this, but we are the ones involved in this incident. If something happens to me, can you escape responsibility? I just want to go to school, nothing more."
Christina didn't like this position.