You are a pretender

Is this woman in the car your wife? Are you hiding her from the public?" one reporter shouted, while another demanded, "Explain your relationship with Miss Flora! Everyone knows she's your fiancée."

David's anger surged as he rolled up the car window. The incessant clicking of camera shutters and blinding flashes persisted outside the car, but the reporters swarmed like mindless pests, paying no heed.

Ignoring the person sitting in the car, they would risk their jobs just to get a shot.

"Does Miss Flora know you're married?" one reporter yelled, demanding an explanation.

Frustrated, David's face turned cold. He closed the window in silence, mustering all his energy, and walked slowly, leaving the reporters behind.

First things first, he decided to call the community security.

"Why are reporters freely entering the community and harassing people? Your security measures seem to be nonexistent! Act quickly and send someone to resolve this. If it isn't sorted within ten minutes, be prepar