Chapter 95. The Journalist

Steffan, his guards, Julian, and Nasir were all at Racheal’s side in one minute. 

She regained her balance and stood up,

She snatched her silk glove that had slipped off, and wore it, then turned around.

Everyone was looking at her.

“Are you ok?” Steffan asked, looking at her all over. 

Racheal nodded. and glanced at Zuri. 

The woman was the one who pushed her, but since everyone had been busy, no one else had seen her.

“Are you sure?” Steffan asked. Her arm began to ache again. 

When Zuri pushed her with her shoulder, she had roughly grazed against the arm. 

Since the thick bandage had been replaced with a thin one, Racheal feared the wound had been reopened.

But there was no way to tell Steffan this, when everyone was looking at them

“Yes.” She replied finally, managing a smile, despite her arm beginning to hurt even more. 

The last remaining journalist in her office was watching them in