Aurora stayed silent, and the reporters began to murmur with doubt. Brown stood up to defend her.
"Everyone, this is a misunderstanding—there's absolutely nothing like that going on. Miss, you said you had photos. Would you mind showing them so everyone can take a look?"
The female reporter who asked the question went silent.
Aurora's expression darkened. So—there were no photos?
Made sense. If there had been, someone would've posted them to a forum by now. People out there would love to see her dragged down—they'd jump at the chance to ruin her.
But someone had leaked the news that Everett was waiting outside her villa.
Most likely, it was one of the artists who lived there—someone who feared the company's rules, didn't dare take pictures, but still fed the information to a reporter hoping to stir trouble.