Love Drug Chapter 293: Under Threat

"What does Ms. Summer plan to do about this child? Will she use it to force Philip to divorce and marry her?"

A flurry of voices erupted.

The noisy sounds of shouting and camera shutters filled the room. The scene was utter chaos.

Reporters who had been sitting stood up, extending their microphones as far as they could.

The questions were sharp, deliberately leading toward scandal.

If she answered even slightly wrong—

Stewart Group’s reputation would be buried under scandal, and the business would collapse completely.

Haynes saw the situation, grabbed the microphone, and immediately changed tactics, raising his voice loudly:

"Stop! Everyone, please stop! No need to rush, please calm down!"

"Everyone, regarding the questions you are asking, Ms. Summer will not answer them one by one. Today’s press conference is mainly for Ms. Summer to personally explain the situation."

After speaking, Haynes gave Summer a deep look and handed her the microphone.

Summer calmly took the microphone.

The crowd of reporters, seeing Summer raise the mic, quieted down slightly, though their eyes remained locked on her, recorders all switched on.

Under everyone’s gaze, Summer slowly opened her mouth.

"Hello, friends from the media."

"Today’s press conference — I know you’re all hoping to dig up some explosive news from me. But I’m sorry to disappoint you — the photos are fake.I have two things to say.First, There is no relationship between Philip and me. That photo was taken out of context."

Immediately, a piece of hotel surveillance footage was projected onto the screen.

In the hotel, the same room.

Summer was seen walking out first, and right behind her, Lucas stepped out as well.

At this moment, Lucas walked onto the stage, looking calm and dignified, with an extraordinary presence.

"Friends from the media, I am Lucas from the Aldridge Group. Summer and I are friends. As you can see from the surveillance footage, I was also in the hotel room that day. But I was there to take Summer to the hospital for a check-up.As for why Philip appeared at the hotel — it’s because he used illegal means to drug Summer. I went there to rescue her."

Wow!

A wave of gasps swept through the room.

Philip had actually done something so criminal?

The reporters immediately launched a fresh barrage of questions.

"Who exactly drugged Ms. Summer? Is there any evidence?"

"If Ms. Summer is pregnant, who’s the father? There must be a man, right?"

"Could it be that even the hospital proof is fake? How do you explain the pregnancy?"

Facing the flood of questions, Summer spoke again.

"I am pregnant. The father is my boyfriend. We are preparing to get married."

A reporter said, "Then Ms. Summer, may we ask who your boyfriend is? You need to say it clearly to dispel the rumors between you and Philip. Otherwise, we could say the video you provided was fabricated. After all, the footage only shows you and Mr. Lucas — Philip isn’t in it."

"Yeah, yeah, you have to tell us who your boyfriend is! Otherwise no one will believe it!"

Summer pressed her lips together. "My boyfriend is —"

Ding.

Her phone chimed.

A new video popped up on the screen.

Summer paused, hesitated for a moment.

She still unlocked the phone and opened the video.

Just one glance — her eyes widened instantly.

The next second, her phone started ringing.

Summer clenched her hand tightly and answered the call.

The cold voice on the other end cut through the surrounding noise.

"If you don’t want something to happen to your mother and your friend, then during today’s press conference, you are forbidden from mentioning anything related to Mr. Fraser."

The call was immediately cut off.

Summer looked up — and in the far corner, she saw her.

Standing there was Karena, the Graham family’s housekeeper.

Karena wore a sinister expression as she put away her phone, giving Summer a meaningful, mocking look across the crowd.

She sneered and turned to leave.

Seeing Summer suddenly freeze, the reporters pressed harder.

"Ms. Summer, who is your boyfriend? Hurry and tell us!"

"Yeah! Don’t leave us hanging!"

Lucas, seeing Summer’s expression change after answering the call, leaned over and whispered, "Summer, what happened?"

Summer gripped her phone so hard her knuckles turned white.

Why did they always have to force her like this!

Every time she finally summoned the courage to take a step toward Fraser—

Every time she felt she was getting close to happiness—

Helen would strike like this again!

Was she really that unworthy of Fraser?

Suppressing all the turbulent emotions inside her, swallowing down the burning lump in her throat, Summer said one word at a time:

"My boyfriend is my private matter. Sorry — I do not intend to answer this question."