As soon as Walton finished speaking, everyone in the room, except Layla, was stunned.
Rebecca frowned.
She was certain she had never seen this reporter before, yet he was accusing her of giving him the instructions to leak the news.
She glanced at Layla, noticing how she kept her head down, not the slightest bit surprised.
In fact, there was even a faint, mocking smile on her lips.
Rebecca understood immediately—this reporter was clearly someone Layla had brought in to frame her.
Leon stepped forward, his expression cold and stern.
"Are you sure it was her? You're not mistaken?"
The weight of Leon's gaze bore down on Walton, causing him to tremble, but he stuck to his story.
"How could I be mistaken? She personally gave me the information and told me how to spin the story. She sai
