The Billionaire's Bet

"Are you alright? Did anyone dare lay a finger on you? Tell me, Yvanna!" Norman growled, his blazing madness toward those reporters was like an electrical current that crawled inside me.

Before the sensation went deeper, I lifted my body away from Norman's hand and blazer, "I'm fine," I defensively replied even if I was not. Then I faked a smile at everyone to make sure they would not be suspecting us.

"You all scared my wife," Norman said in front of everyone's cameras. "If something bad happens to her because you all pressured her with those nonsense questions, will you take responsibility for it?"

Everyone suddenly shut their mouths but the shuttering of their cameras was inevitable. In some ways, Norman's threat worked somehow.

"If you have questions, ask me instead of my wife. She still needs more rest these days." he announced, "I'm gonna answer all your questions to the best of my knowledge. Thank you!"

Despite the atmosphere around us already changing,