Enduring the pain, I got up and looked at Wendy, who was eagerly anticipating her moment. I let out a small, defiant laugh, "Fine. Go ahead and change the model. Your fake cousin must be dying to wear this dress to marry you." The hall fell silent, everyone inhaled sharply.
"Is Wendy not Kevin's cousin?"
"Is that true?"
"She's not his real cousin?"
Just then, the door swung open again and the head of the exhibit hurried inside and said, "Mr. Beacon, something's wrong. There's a large group of reporters outside …"
"What's going on? The interview isn't until 4 PM." Kevin's composure faltered as he noticed everyone's concerned faces, but he had no choice but to go out and manage the situation.
With the show starting soon, he couldn't risk any slip-ups. The show was scheduled for 6.30 PM, but it was only 3 PM, meaning the press was an hour early.
The exhibit manager wiped the sweat from his brow. "The reporters outside aren't the ones we arranged. They're here … about the plagiarism allegations." The hall buzzed with tension.
Kevin hurried outside to deal with the press and as the crowd grew chaotic, I took the chance to slip out the back.