PopularNovelMiranda was in shock, unable to believe it could be him. Her world felt like it was falling apart.
Michelle, seeing her distress, said, "Miss Miranda, we're in this together now. We need to turn things around. Otherwise, we'll both suffer!" Since she had already reported the news, there was no turning back. The only option was to work with Miranda to find a solution. They needed to regain the trust of the public by creating a new narrative. But Miranda could not process it. "Everyone, leave. I need to cool off to think." Michelle, desperate, continued, "We need to cup with a plan. Cooling off won't help. We've been exposed. Maybe you could accuse them of slander, file a lawsuit, and use legal action to buy us stime..." Before she could finish, Miranda interrupted, "Ruby, escort her out. I need to be alone." "Miss Jacobs, please leave. Miranda needs stto think," the assistant said, quickly guiding Michelle out.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMichelle was furious. She knew her reputation and job were at stake. If Miranda did not retaliate, she would be left to fend for herself. She needed to protect her credibility, even if it meant later claiming she was misled by Miranda. Apologies and explanations could clater. For now, survival was key.
Once outside, Michelle was beside herself with frustration. Returning to the TV station like this would make her a laughingstock and jeopardize her career. The TV station's credibility was on the line, and the station head would not spare her.
Desperate, she pounded the steering wheel, trying to figure out her next move.
Back inside, Miranda immediately went to her bedroom and sent a message, seeking answers.
At that moment, Wilfred was at the Central Park feeding a flock of pigeons. He held out bits of bread and the birds swooped down to take the food from his hand. Hundreds of pigeons circled him, vying for his offerings. Search ThE (Find)website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
His phone buzzed, and he saw a message from Miranda. Anticipating this, he smiled slightly and replied, "Central Park." Miranda, now disguised with sunglasses and a hat, grabbed her bag and headed out to find him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCentral Park was nearly empty, with only a few pigeons soaring above, seeking food from passersby.
Feeling secure that she would not be noticed, Miranda approached Wilfred, who seemed unbothered by the chaos.
"You have the nerve to feed pigeons at a tlike this!" Miranda burst out, "Did you betray me?" Wilfred, watching the birds flap their wings, replied calmly, "Why do you think that?" "The medical records!" Miranda's eyes were red with anger. "They've been exposed. You gave them to Nina!"
Even now, she struggled to believe it. To get anything from Wilfred required his willingness. Otherwise, it would be impossible for anyone else to obtain it. She hoped there had been smistake, that perhaps someone had tricked him or he had slipped up.
Wilfred glanced at the pigeons
before him and answered vaguely, "These pigeons are clearly wild, yet they eat from show no inclination on my hand and sho inclination to fly away. They prefer to get something for nothing, even at the cost of their freedom."
"Are you even listening to me?" Miranda was losing her patience Wilfred turned to face her. "Yes, I gave her the records." X
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