Ch. 200: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 200

Chapter 200

The reporter pushed the microphone forward, eager for answers. Several others followed suit, pointing their microphones toward the duo.

"Mr. Edwards, Ms. Lynch is widely recognized as a rising star under your guidance. With her winning this newcomer award tonight, what would you like to say to her?"

Kevin, composed as ever, turned to the camera and replied with measured words, "Her hard work has paid off, and I’m happy for her."

Bianca, clutching her trophy, offered a soft, modest smile, but there was an air of shyness in her demeanor.

"Ms. Lynch," the reporter continued, "this is a big day for you—your debut project, and you’ve already won an award! Surely, you must feel incredibly grateful to Mr. Edwards for his support, right?"

The question was clearly aimed at stirring up more than just professional sentiments. Entertainment gossip thrived on moments like these.

Bianca accepted the microphone, her tone sweet and deliberate. "I’m thrilled to win this award. It’s a milestone as I take my first steps into the entertainment industry, and I’m confident it won’t be my last. I owe this success to Mr. Edwards, who’s the most important person in my life."

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Kevin, her eyes filled with unmistakable admiration.

The camera zoomed in, capturing every nuance of her expression. The subtle intimacy in her tone and gaze caused a stir among the audience.

Kevin’s expression tightened slightly, his brows knitting together. He hadn’t anticipated Bianca’s choice of words or the emotions she allowed to show so openly.

Norah, standing off to the side, took in every detail of their interaction.

Their confidence, their poise—it was a stark contrast to the life she was living. They were bold, unapologetically basking in their achievements and chemistry.

Bianca, radiant in her designer dress, seemed to belong perfectly in Kevin’s world. Meanwhile, Norah stood there drenched and freezing, her entire body trembling from the cold and exhaustion.

The disparity hit her like a ton of bricks.

She subconsciously clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. Her lips quivered, and her pale face betrayed the depth of her anguish.

The pain in her stomach returned, sharp and unrelenting, slicing through her like a cold blade. She instinctively cradled her belly, panic setting in as she squatted down by the glass door of the shop.

Her voice was faint, trembling with desperation. "Help... someone, help..."

Her body gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Inside the shop, the television continued broadcasting the scene as if mocking her.

The reporter had shifted gears, smiling mischievously as they prodded Bianca further. "Ms. Lynch, your closeness with Mr. Edwards seems undeniable. Does this clarify the rumors about an on-set romance?"

Bianca opened her mouth to respond, but Kevin, swift and decisive, took the microphone.

"Let me be clear," he said firmly. "I am Ms. Lynch’s boss. She’s an artist under my company, and that’s the extent of our relationship."

The room quieted, surprised by the cold precision in his tone.

"And," Kevin added, looking straight at the cameras, "I’m married. Bianca is my employee and a former classmate. Nothing more."

The announcement sent a ripple through the gathered crowd.

"What?" The reporters exchanged stunned glances. "Mr. Edwards, you’re married?"

Although Kevin had briefly mentioned his marriage at a company celebration, the news hadn’t gained traction. This public confirmation was unexpected.

Kevin’s tone remained steady. "Yes, I’m married. My wife has been by my side for seven years, and we’ve been married for three. We share a loving and committed relationship. I hope this puts any rumors to rest—particularly for my wife’s sake."

Bianca froze, her expression stiffening. She hadn’t seen this coming.

Kevin’s public acknowledgment of his marriage felt like a direct blow. Even with the cameras rolling, she struggled to mask her emotions. Her hands clenched into tight fists, her polished demeanor faltering for just a moment.

Kevin, however, didn’t linger. He said what he came to say, leaving no room for ambiguity.

Sensing the shift, Kian quickly stepped in. "Mr. Edwards has had a long day and won’t be taking any more questions. If you have additional inquiries, please address them at another time."

With that, Kevin and Bianca exited the stage, heading toward their waiting car.

The reporters, desperate for more details, called out after them. "Mr. Edwards! Seven years together? Can you share more about your wife?"

The questions grew louder, more invasive, but Kevin ignored them. He climbed into the car, closing the door behind him and leaving the chaos outside.

Not far from the commotion, Sasha watched the scene unfold.

As a seasoned actress, she had come prepared for her share of the spotlight, but the reporters had barely glanced her way. Their focus was entirely on Bianca and Kevin.

Sasha’s assistant fumed, unable to contain her anger. "This is ridiculous! Bianca owes everything to you, Ms. Gibson. Without your spotlight, she’d still be a nobody. You were the star of this production!"

Sasha raised a hand to silence her. "Enough. Don’t discredit her efforts. Bianca’s rise to fame may sting, but we can’t dismiss her hard work. Even if I don’t get along with her, I won’t stoop to slandering her."

Her words were firm, but her eyes betrayed a hint of frustration.

The assistant huffed, still indignant. "But you were the lead actress! She’s just a supporting role. How could this happen?"

Sasha turned away, unwilling to dwell on the injustice. "That’s the industry. It’s unpredictable."