FakeNovelChapter 41
The swarm of reporters exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with
sycophantic grins.
"Since it's Mr. O'Brien's request, we better oblige."
They quickly dispersed, not daring to linger or snap any sneaky photos. Who was Haynes O'Brien? Anyone who
dared to cross him wouldn't last long on this turf.
Once the reporters had cleared out, the air turned eerily still and cold.
Haynes glared at Stella, nestled in another man's arms, his eyes dark and his presence chilling.
He parted his thin lips, uttering two cold words. "Get down."
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Stella felt uneasy being held by someone she barely knew. With all the rumors surrounding her, she was
determined not to drag Neville into her chaotic situation.
She spoke softly, "Please, putdown."
Neville seemed oblivious to Haynes' menacing glare. "No can do. Your ankle's sprained. We need to get you to a
doctor."
Haynes' gaze locked on Stella, his eyes like frozen glass, exuding a frosty aura. He spoke coldly, "Stella, I'm
telling you to get down."
Usually, Haynes kept his emotions under wraps, and Stella had rarely seen such intensity in him. At the moment,
his expression was stormy, his gaze icy, as if he were staring at something profoundly detestable.
Seeing her unmoved, Haynes' eyes grew even more terrifying. He took slow, deliberate steps toward them and
reached out, ready to pull Stella down.
Neville attempted to block him with his arm, but with Stella in his hold, his movements got hindered, failing to
stop Haynes.
In a swift motion, Haynes yanked Stella from Neville's grasp. With a firm grip on her wrist, he began to walk
away.
As she landed, a searing pain shot through Stella's sprained ankle, making her wince. Just then, Neville grabbed
her other hand.
Haynes stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing at Neville as he spoke with icy contempt. "Let her go."
Neville's lips curled into a casual smile. "I believe I'm the one who should be saying that."
Haynes' brows arched arrogantly, "You think you have the right?"
Neville chuckled. "Whether | do or not, it's not up to you. What matters is how Star feels about it."
Neville turned his gaze to Stella, his voice gentle. "Star, do you want to go with him?"
Stella knew Neville was calling her that on purpose to irk Haynes.
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Her eyes darted to Rachel, who stood not far away. Haynes and Rachel had just left the srestaurant, likely
after sharing a meal and informing Rachel about Stella's so-called predicament to win a smile from his first
crush.
Stella's expression turned neutral, choosing not to look at Haynes but instead at Neville. "My ankle's hurt. Could
you please taketo the hospital, Mr. Connolly?"
Neville's smile widened. "Between us, there's no such thing as trouble."
Haynes' eyes flashed with disbelief as he coldly remarked, "Stella, don't tellyou're tangled up with this guy
again."
Stella frowned in discomfort. "Mr. O'Brien, isn't it amusing? There's no scandal with Mr. Connolly, no tangled
affairs. We shared a meal, and he was kind enough to help me. Yet, in your eyes, that means I'm involved with
another man?"
Stella glanced at Rachel indifferently. "Is it that every t| speak to a man, it implies simproper
relationship? Are you projecting your ways onto others, Mr. O'Brien?"
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