CHAPTER 124: CHAPTER 124: EXPOSED BY THE MEDIA—HE LOST FACE IN THE CERULEAN SEA!

Elias Spencer glanced at her without speaking, merely silently adding another piece of food to her plate. It was indeed fortunate she was fighting so fiercely with Sean Sterling.

But her current situation was too risky. Would Sean Sterling suspect her?

After leaving the restaurant, Elias Spencer only felt at ease once he escorted her to her doorstep. The bodyguards who followed all along didn’t find an opportunity to abduct Summer Nolan.

They could only give up for tonight.

The next morning.

Summer Nolan called several media reporters from a public phone, saying that Sean Sterling was in room 2020 at The Cerulean Sea hotel, having a rendezvous with a gigolo.

The media reporters were shocked beyond words by her tip-off. Sean Sterling was already in his forties or fifties, and he hired a gigolo?

Wasn’t it said that he deeply loved his wife?

Whether true or not, as long as this got published, it would definitely explode into massive sales!

Several media outlets rushed to the hotel.

Sean Sterling, still unconscious in the suite, was lying next to a man. If not for the large sum he was paid, he wouldn’t have come to sleep with this old man.

"Bang! Bang!" The door to the room suddenly rang urgently.

The noise woke the male model first. Annoyed, he opened his eyes, wearing only red briefs. He groggily walked to the door, opening it without thinking—

Instantly, camera flashes began snapping erratically at him. The male model was somewhat dumbfounded at the sight of so many reporters.

"W-what do you want?" he stammered.

The reporters furiously snapped photos, with one asking, "Was it Sean Sterling who slept with you last night?"

"How long have you been with him? Are you in a long-term relationship?"

"What’s your name? What do you do?"

When the reporters saw he wouldn’t speak, they impatiently pushed past him, swarming in and snapping away at the person in the bed.

They were eager to see whether the person in bed was indeed the business magnate Sean Sterling.

At the sight, all the media reporters were stunned. It really was him!

The supposedly wife-loving Chairman Sterling was actually gay?

Was his past image all a facade?

Lying groggily in bed, Sean Sterling was woken by the noise in the room. Annoyed, he opened his eyes, staring at the crowd of reporters and flashing cameras in astonishment for three seconds—

What was going on?

Where did all these reporters come from?

Where was he now?

All he remembered was socializing in a suite with The Cerulean Sea bank last night, but he had no memory of what happened afterward.

He immediately sat up, glancing around to realize he was in a hotel suite. Sean Sterling had no time to ponder who brought him here, only furiously berating the reporters:

"How dare you intrude into my suite uninvited? You better get out before I lose my temper!"

All the reporters cared about was explosive news, unconcerned by his threats.

Cameras flashed at his bare torso, and microphones were almost poking into his face, "Chairman, when did you start liking men?"

"How long have you been seeing this man you booked a room with?"

"Do your wife and son know? Was your previous image of a devoted husband all an act?"

"Chairman... are you a top or a bottom?"

"Could you say something, Chairman?"

Hearing their questions, Sean Sterling’s face turned grim with indescribable fury, emitting an aura of violence, clenching his fists, angrily:

"What nonsense are you spouting? Do you believe I won’t sue each one of you?!"

"Chairman, we’ve already photographed you and your lover. Is there any point in denying it?" A reporter mockingly looked at him and asked, it seemed ridiculous to deny it now.

"What lover?" Sean Sterling angrily demanded. Why did his rear ache, as if something had poked it?

Sitting on the bed felt even more uncomfortable.

Just then, the male model approached, originally wanting to ask for payment, but seeing so many reporters, he didn’t dare speak.

Sneaking to the full-length window to quietly grab his clothes and leave, he was spotted by a sharp-eyed reporter and suddenly pushed to the bedside.

Startled, the male model toppled onto the bed, looking at them in panic...

The reporters, seizing the opportunity, snapped a photo of the pair!!!

Sean Sterling gazed at the undressed man, eyes widening in realization, now understanding the implications of their earlier questions.

Did he really sleep with him last night?

The thought sickened him nearly to death—

Damn it, who set him up?!

With such vicious means, he was already under public scrutiny, and this scandal, once exposed, would bring his ruin.

The mere thought made Sean Sterling shiver, emanating intense anger.

"Chairman, anything else to say?" a reporter asked with a smile, knowing this news could blow away Summit losing a lawsuit.

The press would profit handsomely.

"I was set up! Stop taking pictures! Get out, get out now!"

Covering his face with one hand, Sean Sterling pulled the blanket over himself with the other, exuding a terrifying rage, but the indomitable journalists seemed unafraid.

Focusing their shots on him and the male model.

Grabbing a pillow beside him, he hurled it at the pesky reporters. Seeing it futile, he quickly reached the bedside table to grab his phone and called the bodyguards—

Over ten minutes later, the bodyguards finally arrived. Sean Sterling furiously ordered: "Smash their equipment!"

The bodyguards promptly tossed their equipment into the corridor, then physically expelled the reporters.

Immediately donning his clothes, Sean Sterling glowered at the scared man on the floor, demanding with lethal intent: "Speak, who sent you here?"

"A w-woman... she told me to take good care of you, saying you’d pay me five million..." He looked up fearfully at the middle-aged man before him, trembling.

"What kind of woman?" Instantly, Sean Sterling thought of Summer Nolan—was it her doing?

He’d also sent people to ruin her reputation, aiming to photograph and videotape her, using it to coerce her to leave his son.

But regrettably, those useless individuals failed their task.

"A-a very ordinary-looking woman, she said she was your assistant..." The man looked up and said.

Sean Sterling immediately searched for Summer Nolan’s photo online, showing it to the man: "Was it this woman?"

"No, it wasn’t her." The man shook his head.

Turning to the bodyguards, he commanded in a deep voice, "Take this man to the club and check the surveillance, find that woman, and also bring in those hooligans from before."

He needed to know if Summer Nolan had found out those hooligans were his doing.

If she knew, then she’s likely behind setting him up this time! Perhaps even Elias Spencer’s absence in court was her instigation!