Chapter 237: The Face-Slapping Continues! Julian Forrester Protects His Wife

Chapter 237: Chapter 237: The Face-Slapping Continues! Julian Forrester Protects His Wife

Before long, a large crowd of staff members came over, fawning over Julian Forrester as they walked.

The man had an impeccably straight posture. He wore an immaculate white shirt that outlined his lean, powerful waist, and his long legs, encased in dress pants, gave off an ascetic air. As he approached with long strides, he exuded an aura of calm nobility.

The sight of him listening to Fabian Vance’s report as he walked was particularly captivating—from his high-bridged nose to his clean-cut jawline and the sexy prominence of his Adam’s apple, every line of his profile radiated a swoon-worthy charm.

A few girls in the crowd immediately squealed under their breath.

"Ahh! It’s really Mr. Forrester! He’s really here!"

"So handsome! So handsome I can’t keep my legs closed!"

"Ugh, I want to crumple his white shirt so badly..."

All eyes turned toward the handsome, noble man, and Ophelia Warren was no exception.

She subconsciously raised a hand to smooth her skirt, then tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Once she was certain her appearance was flawless, she lowered her hands, her fingers tightening in a nervous clench.

However, the moment he stepped into the venue, his dark, profound gaze filtered out everyone else, landing solely and exclusively on Sienna Everett.

It was as if, whenever Sienna Everett was present, he had eyes for no one else.

Keith Sterling was already used to this.

It couldn’t be helped. His brother was a veritable "wife-gazing rock," after all.

Just then, a brash young reporter, fearless in his inexperience, suddenly rushed forward excitedly to ask, "Mr. Forrester, there have been rumors online these past two days saying you’re attending today’s art exhibition for Ophelia Warren. Is that true?"

Seeing the young reporter’s actions, the other journalists broke out in a cold sweat on his behalf.

That’s youth for you!

Daring to corner Julian Forrester for an interview!

Keith Sterling’s mouth twitched when he saw this. ’I was just spitballing earlier,’ he thought, ’but some idiot actually went and asked my brother!’

Hearing the reporter’s question, however, piqued many people’s curiosity.

’Was he really here for Ophelia Warren?’

To everyone’s surprise, Julian Forrester stopped and looked at the young reporter who had asked the question.

’Looks like he’s going to answer!’

The reporter, belatedly struck by nervousness, stammered out his question again. "Mr... Mr. Forrester, are you attending the art exhibition today... for Ophelia Warren?"

A moment later, the man’s cool, indifferent voice, laced with an unmistakable chill, echoed in everyone’s ears:

"Ophelia Warren? Who is that?"

The moment he spoke, the venue fell deathly silent.

’What?’

’Mr. Forrester doesn’t know Ophelia Warren?!’

’He doesn’t even know who she is!’

’Ophelia Warren is one of the hottest actresses right now! She’s been a top trending topic countless times. For Julian Forrester not to know who she is means he pays zero attention to her! He doesn’t know her at all!’

His reply was utterly ruthless, leaving no room for doubt!

Those five cold words plunged the scene into a silence so profound you could hear a pin drop. In an instant, everyone’s head swiveled toward Ophelia Warren.

Ophelia Warren found it hard to breathe. Her face went ashen for a moment, and only by digging her nails into her palms did she keep herself from swaying or otherwise losing her composure.

’She never imagined Julian Forrester would humiliate her so thoroughly in front of everyone...’

Ophelia Warren’s fans were utterly dumbfounded.

’Mr. Forrester doesn’t know Ophelia at all?’

’So he didn’t come here for Ophelia?’

’Th-this... How can this be!’

The same bold young reporter summoned his courage once more. "Mr. Forrester, a photo surfaced online the day before yesterday. It was a picture of you and Ophelia Warren..."

He trailed off, a sudden realization dawning on him.

’In that photo, Ophelia Warren was looking in Julian Forrester’s direction, but he was just looking down at the wine glass in his hand. It was clearly a one-sided thing; Julian Forrester was completely oblivious to her presence!’

With the young reporter having broken the ice, the other journalists couldn’t help but chime in with their own questions.

"Mr. Forrester, about that photo of you and Ophelia Warren online... some people are speculating that you two might have crossed paths before..."

"No." The man’s denial was flat, his voice as devoid of inflection as a winter stream carrying shards of ice, chilling everyone to the bone.

The reporter who had asked the question swallowed nervously. ’To deny it so bluntly and mercilessly...’ he thought. ’He really wants to make it clear he has nothing to do with Ophelia Warren!’

Meanwhile, Keith Sterling nudged Sienna Everett’s arm and remarked in a low voice, "See that, Sierra? My brother’s move was like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves—so swift and decisive! He just publicly announced that he has no relationship with Ophelia Warren, drawing a crystal-clear line between them! Tsk, tsk. He’s doing this to prove his loyalty to you!"

Sienna Everett: "?"

’Prove his loyalty?’

’What a ridiculous choice of words! Can’t he speak properly?!’

Sienna Everett gritted her teeth and hissed, "That’s called ’making a clarification,’ not ’proving his loyalty’!"

"Oh, come on. My brother just doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea! Even the tiniest sprout of a potential misunderstanding has to be stamped out—fast, precise, and ruthless! Sierra, you can rest assured. I swear on my honor," Keith Sterling said, thumping his chest, "that my brother, from childhood to now, has only ever had one woman in his life, both in body and in spirit—and that’s you!"

Sienna Everett: "..."

’This guy is such a die-hard defender of his brother...’

’Wait, in body?’

’Nothing has even happened between me and Julian Forrester!’

Meanwhile, the reporters, now certain that Julian Forrester had no connection to Ophelia Warren and hadn’t come for her, began to speculate. "Looks like Mr. Forrester is just here to appreciate the art today!"

But just then, the man arched a brow, his tone no longer as cold and distant as before. "That’s not quite it, either."

’Huh? It’s not?’

"Then, Mr. Forrester, you came to the art exhibition to..."

The corners of the man’s lips curved slightly, his voice holding a barely perceptible hint of affection. "To see Sienna Everett. I’m a big fan of Whisperwind."

As his words fell,

The reporters: !!!

The crowd: !!!

’Si... Sienna Everett!’

’As if Moss wasn’t enough, now there’s an even bigger heavyweight, Julian Forrester, and he’s here for Sienna Everett too!!’