"I’ll say this once and for all. Listen carefully, and do not ask any follow-up questions because I won’t change my answer," she said, her voice firm and confident. "Every accusation or rumor you’ve spread about Natalie is false. She never plagiarized anything—in fact, she was the victim. I trust her as much as I trust myself. Everything Natalie Ford has said in her defense, I will say the same. Her words are my words. So, after this, don’t come to me looking for more answers what Natalie has already answered you."
"So you mean that even if she does something wrong, you would still stand by her side?" a reporter pressed.
Mia looked at him calmly. "Natalie Ford could never do anything wrong. I might, but she wouldn’t. That’s how much I trust her. I think I’ve made myself clear. Now, if you’ll excuse me."
"Ms Mia..."
"Oh! Well," Mia stopped and turned back. "Now you guys have wasted my time, I have something to say." She looked at the camera, "Nat, my phone battery is down and I can’t call you. I know you must be seeing this news, so just know that I will come see you once I take enough rest. Don’t miss too much, alright. See you."
Mia turned around and walked away toward the waiting car, and no one dared to stop her.
Through he message to Natalie, Mia made it clear that how strong her bond with Natalie was.
All the reporters could do was to curse her silently for being so arrogant, frustrated that they hadn’t gotten anything useful out of her. They knew they couldn’t report in the news that the daughter of the Wilson family was insufferable and arrogant without risking the wrath of the powerful Wilson family.
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Meanwhile, in Natalie’s office, everyone but Natalie was left stunned as they watched the scene unfold on the TV screen.
"Ms. Mia?" Ella finally exhaled the breath she’d been holding as Mia got into the car. "Wow! I thought only Ms. Natalie was dangerous with words, but... Ms. Mia is something else."
Dan, equally speechless, added, "That’s a true friend, Ms. Natalie."
Ella glanced over at Natalie, who had already resumed working. "Ms. Natalie, your friend is truly impressive—just like you."
"It’s nothing," Natalie replied. "You’ll be even more amazed once you get to know her better. People might dare to mess with me, but they won’t risk crossing Mia Wilson."
"Is she really that scary?" Ella asked, intrigued.
Natalie chuckled softly. "If you’re lucky, you might just get to see it soon."
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In one of the luxurious offices of the Davis Group corporate building, a man’s gaze was fixed on the TV screen as he watched Mia talking to the reporters.
"You drove her away yourself. So what’s the point of looking at her with such a longing gaze?" teased a young man of the same age as Steve Davis, lounging on the couch. "But I don’t blame you. It’s hard for any man to handle a strong woman like her. That’s why you settled for her best friend—she was more timid and innocent."
"Shut up, Kevin," came Steve’s cold reply. "Don’t use that filthy mouth of yours to talk about things you don’t understand." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"What don’t I understand?" Kevin scoffed. "Everyone in our circle knows you cheated on Mia with her own best friend. Dare to deny it?"
Steve shot him a cold glare but didn’t bother defending himself.
Kevin turned his attention back to the screen. "Mia and Natalie... These two women are like storms. I’m just glad I’ve never had any connection to either of them."
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