After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 192

A few reporters chuckled, and the mood in the room shifted. Cyrus' boldness had put the spotlight back on the reporter, forcing him to defend his line of questioning.

"I was simply pointing out—" the reporter started, but Cyrus interrupted him.

"Pointing out something irrelevant," Cyrus said firmly. "If Ms. Odette went shopping, that's her business. This press conference isn't about her personal life. Or do you have a different agenda we should know about?"

The murmurs of agreement grew louder, and I felt some of the pressure lift off my shoulders.

I took a deep breath, straightened my posture, and seized the opportunity Cyrus had given me. "Thank you, Cyrus, for bringing us back to the purpose of this conference," I said, my voice steady again.

"As I was saying earlier, my enterprise growth is the result of hard work, careful planning, and strategic partnerships.

" While I respect the Sunshine Pack and their contributions, my success is independent of any personal relationships."

The room hummed with approval, and I noticed the reporter who had tried to corner me shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His plan had backfired, and Cyrus had turned the tide effortlessly.

As I finished answering a few more questions, I glanced over at Cyrus. He winked at me, his face glowing with pride.

The press conference wrapped up, and I stepped down from the podium, feeling a mix of relief and lingering unease.

Cyrus approached me as I made my way out. "You okay?" he asked, his tone casual, as if he hadn't just saved me from disaster.

I crouched down to his level, smiling. "Thanks to you, yes. You were amazing back there."

He shrugged, though his grin said he was pleased. "That guy was annoying. Someone had to say something."

I chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Well, you were brave. I owe you one."

Queen Luna joined us, her presence as calming as ever. She looked at Cyrus with pure affection. "You have a way of stepping in at just the right moment," she said, her voice warm.

I could see the reporter flinch at the mention of the blurred face. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The others around the room looked at each other, murmuring, no doubt noticing the odd discrepancy for the first time.

I didn't let the silence drag on for too long. This was my moment, and I wasn't about to let them twist the facts. "Secondly," I continued, "the process of owning my business and accepting the capital injection was fully compliant with the Wolverine Kingdom's tax system.

"Every step was transparent, legally sound, and documented. There's nothing shady about it. The paperwork was in order, the filings were done according to the law, and every procedure was followed meticulously. You can check the records if you want. There is nothing to hide."

Everyone had been waiting for my response, and I had to be sure I didn't fumble. This wasn't just about defending my business; it was about standing my ground in a room full of people who were hungry for a story—any story. I wouldn't give them one.

Just as I was about to address the final point, my eyes moved across the room to the Alpha King, who had been sitting silently by my side.

It was a subtle shift at first, but then the deep, commanding tone of his voice came out. "This press conference has its own mission," he said, his voice steady but filled with authority. "Please don't fabricate peach-colored news at will."

His words froze the entire room. For a brief moment, everything went quiet. Even the reporters, who were usually so quick to speak, seemed to understand that the Alpha King's tone was not one to be ignored.