NovelFinishChapter 408 This man acted as if he wasn't bothered in the slightest.
He leaned in close-far too familiar, as if they were alone together and not being watched by hundreds.
Isadora bit her lip, gathering her composure. "Today's interview is just to clear up the rumors from the press conference," she explained.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat's why she hadn't mentioned it to him.
She hadn't expected the conversation to take such a turn.
"Oh?" Victor's eyes were dark and unreadable. He curled his lips into a faint, teasing smile, his deep voice tinged with mischief. "So you're here to clear things up-not to make us official?" Victor's presence was overwhelming. Isadora couldn't help but edge away from him, muttering under her breath, "You're the one who showed up-bold as anything." Victor chuckled, his tone a careful blend of sincerity and jest.
"Looks like I still don't have any official status, huh? Well, I guess I'll have to fight for it myself." What was he even talking about? Isadora rolled her eyes at him, exasperated.
On and off stage, the audience watched the two of them-whispering, laughing, caught up in their obvious chemistry. Suddenly, realization dawned.
Wait-they were openly flirting right now? What was going on? Off to the side, Terrell stared at them with a stormy expression, the disappointment practically radiating off him- even through the screen.
Nicol, standing nearby, looked mortified. He cleared his throat and tried to steer the interview back on track.
"Mr. Victor Fitzgerald, welcome. Are you here today because of President Vaughan?" Victor lifted his gaze lazily, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "Why else? Did you think I cfor you?" The audience burst into laughter.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMr. Fitzgerald knew how to deliver a punchline.
Nicol's face flushed, but years of experience quickly restored his composure.
"Of course, Mr. Fitzgerald. As the old saying goes, A true gentleman seeks a worthy lady,' and President Vaughan is quite the beauty." He paused, then glanced at Isadora. "But perhaps you're not aware-President Vaughan's already taken. Her boyfriend is gentle and makes her feel safe." "Oh?" Victor's brows arched as he studied Isadora, his voice low and alluring. "So your boyfriend's warm... makes you feel safe?" With every word, Isadora's cheeks grew redder and redder, until she felt like her face was on fire.
Was this reporter for real? He'd just repeated everything she'd said! Isadora closed her eyes, flustered. "He's making things up!"
Victor's expression softened, a smile spreading in his eyes as he turned to Nicol. "Say that again? I didn't quite catch it." Nicol's brow twitched in disbelief.
Was it really that complicated? But he dutifully repeated, "President Vaughan just described her boyfriend as someone who makes her feel safe. He sometimes annoys her, but he's usually very caring." Cóntent Isadora groaned. Did he have to be so thorough? Victor's eyes glittered. With casual indifference, he said, "So that's what I am to you." Isadora forced a nervous laugh. "Just playing along for the cameras." Nicol was genuinely baffled. Why wasn't Victor upset about hearing he had a rival? Why did he look so pleased?
Honestly, he'd been hoping for a bit of a spat between Victorand Terrell right here on live TV would give "Pulse News" front-page material for weeks. fo Nicol straightened, trying one more time. "Mr. Fitzgerald, aren't you even a little bit jealous?" Victor replied with a lazy drawl, "Why would I be jealous of myself?"
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