At those words, everyone turned to look at Luna.
Then only did they notice that the female reporter was Luna herself!
"These photos are faked, they're made up! Luna was also the one who faked the contract!"
Irene gritted her teeth and glared at Luna fiercely. "I never thought that at this moment, you still refuse to change. You even want to use such horrible tactics to defame me!"
Then, Irene bit her lips. Her tears could not help but fall from the corner of her eyes. "Luna, I know that you're powerful."
Irene wiped her tears. "For a person like you, faking this would be a piece of cake. You said that I'm hyping it up, but who would risk their life to make news? At that time, I truly did not want to live anymore, if not I wouldn't have jumped off the building. I even broke both of my legs. It’s not like you can't see it..."
Luna raised her eyebrows. "Ms. Cook, did you really break both legs?"
Luna's questioning gaze and tone weakened Irene's aura a little.
The woman behind Irene gently tapped on her shoulders. Irene seemed to be instantly encouraged.
She lifted her head up. "hurra, what do you mean by that? I jumped down from such a high place... how could it be fake?"
Luna smiled. "What if it’s fake?"
Irene bit her lips. She could not hold back her anger. "I have been humiliated and bullied by the people you sent. I was in so much despair I even jumped off a building and broke both my legs! Yet you are still here casually questioning me if I'm faking it!"
"Whether you are faking it or not, everyone will know i t soon."
Then, Luna directly took her phone out and dialed a number. "Old Mr. Gordon, please come in."
The moment she hung up, the door of the press conference venue was pushed open by someone.
An old man with a head of grey hair slowly entered with the help of Theo's assistant.
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