A Handsome K*nky Gangster Reporter - Chapter 84

#84

Just a few minutes ago, Brie was crying and begging Gloria for help, but now she’s come out acting all high and mighty.  

“Hey! How can you treat me like this?”  

Of course, Brie’s anger also hit me, the bystander. Brie, standing in for her sister, grabbed me by the collar and started demanding answers. She probably realized by now that I’m the one who’s been poking Gloria’s side and egging her on.  

“Where have you been? Huh!? I want to see your room.”  

“Ah, let go! What’s the point of seeing it?”  

“You’re just an unwanted outsider like me. At least I share blood with her. But you’re just a neighbor, nothing more than a stranger!”  

I sighed and looked at Brie closely, while Gloria, who seemed confused, stood next to me.  

‘Is it finally time to reveal the birth secret?’  

It’s time.  

If I had realized this sooner, Gloria might have lived differently than she does now. It’s unfortunate, but what can you do? After all, it’s water under the bridge.  

If there’s any excuse, I’ve been reborn and 20 years have passed. Maybe I don’t remember the details of the novel from my previous life very clearly.  

“Brie, go ask your father. When you were a child, a woman gave a lot of money to your family and asked you to take care of Gloria, who was a baby at the time. You and Gloria have no blood relation at all.”  

Of course, since I stopped the publication, I didn’t write about who her real mother was. But in the synopsis, I wrote that Gloria’s mother was a woman living in fear, running from someone, who loved her daughter so much that she handed over all her wealth to your family to take care of her.  

I had considered making the real mother appear later as a witch who helps the protagonist or as a suddenly wealthy noblewoman, but I regret not making that decision before halting the publication.  

Hearing that she had no blood relation to Gloria, Brie grabbed my collar angrily and shook me.  

“Don’t lie! How do you know that story?”  

“I also just heard it when your father was really drunk a while ago. I was also worried about how to tell my friend this without shocking her. I had actually planned to tell you today. I never imagined you would act so rudely.”  

I started spinning a lie in front of everyone. Since Brie’s father was always drunk, there’s no proof he never talked about it. If he claims I’m just making stuff up, what can they say? As a writer, my words are supposed to be true, right?  

Looking to the side, I saw Gloria’s face turn pale. I quickly took her hand and apologized.  

“I wasn’t trying to hide the truth. I was also unsure how to tell you this for the past few days. I was worried you’d get hurt.”  

“Do you… also know about my real family from my father or that man?”  

When I shook my head, Gloria sighed heavily. The hand I was holding began to tremble slightly.  

“I’m trying to find them through an organization. Please wait a bit. If you want, I can even put an ad in the newspaper, but I’m worried that scammers might come after you for your wealth.”  

I actually tried to see a vision with Gloria’s hair using her mother’s belongings, but I couldn’t see anything. Maybe it’s because it happened when she was a baby and there were no witnesses.  

After the commotion, Brie’s family was eventually kicked out of Gloria’s house.  

Even though Brie tried hard to stay, Gloria couldn’t continue to tolerate people with no blood relation. She had become stronger after facing her husband’s death and the harsh life in the bank.  

She was no longer the kind-hearted woman she used to be.

***

The city was buzzing with hot news for a few days because of the birth of a famous couple.  

Count Eomer Madison proposed to designer Ferronel Fletcher. According to our newspaper article, Count Madison, holding a huge bouquet and shaking with nerves, knelt down in the middle of the city and asked Ferronel to marry him, all while an orchestra played in the background.  

Even though I missed the moment, Mary, who was out on a date in the city, managed to catch it. Thanks to her, we were able to publish the news faster than anyone else.  

“Wow. A new Cinderella story.”  

A marriage between a lower-class designer and a count from a famous family. Thanks to readers who love celebrity love stories, our newspaper hit the highest sales again.  

Even though Count Madison was married before and didn’t have any kids, he still runs a textile factory and is quite wealthy. They’re a bit older, but who knows, they might still have a child later on if they’re lucky.  

“These photos are really great. Who took them? Hehe.”  

Mary was beaming with pride as she re-read her first article multiple times. Anna looked on enviously, seeing the article’s success.  

Anna was sorting through photos of outfits suitable for a fashion magazine, complimenting her senior.  

“Senior Mary really has a knack for photography. The moment Count Madison proposed and the designer’s reaction were captured beautifully. And this outfit photo, though it looked plain in person, looks stunning in the picture.”  

The photo Anna was holding was of Ciel wearing a pink suit. The suit had been discarded initially because it didn’t suit the other models who tried it on.  

“Oh, I’m sorry if my outfit wasn’t that great.”  

It was just a passing compliment, but right then, designer Ferronel walked into the office, making the atmosphere a bit chilly. I signaled Anna to step out for a moment while rubbing my hands together. We couldn’t afford to lose a potential client.  

“Ms. Ferronel, welcome. Our new staff made a small mistake. All of us at the newspaper really love your outfits.”  

I forced a smile while trying to lift the designer’s spirits. I began praising the large engagement ring on her finger.  

“Oh! Is this the famous ring? I’ve never seen such a big stone before. The color is so striking. It’s really dazzling.”  

My over-the-top praise seemed to make Ferronel feel better. She calmly lifted her hand so I could get a closer look at the ring. This gave me the chance to shower her with all the compliments I knew and express my eagerness to hear their love story.  

Satisfied with the flood of compliments, Ferronel finally started to speak.  

“By the way, I want to place an ad in the newspaper.”  

“Oh, thank you for your support, Ms. Ferronel. Mary, please bring out some cakes and fine chocolates.”  

Her P&P boutique was already popular without any ads. So why would she want to advertise? Is she planning to open branches nationwide?  

“Are you talking about an ad for the boutique?”  

“No.”  

Ferronel sighed deeply, finally deciding to share her long-held personal secret.