I hadn’t expected to be recognized.
After all, I’d lived in that city for years as “Mrs. Anderson,” appearing in countless headlines–just never in flattering
ways.
But what he’d just said made me pause.
“How do you know that guy was telling the truth?” I stared at him, asking.
My public reputation had never been pretty–I was practically a laughingstock.
He sat across from me, his features so strikingly defined they seemed almost unreal–like those old–school aristocrats who only appeared in black–and–white photography, with a hint of exotic mixed heritage. Even the slightest raise of his eyebrow carried an alluring charm.
In that moment, I suddenly understood why Mason could never get over Zoe.
Those eyes of hers–gentle, soft, with that natural “I’m innocent, please protect me” appeal. Just one look was enough to bring a cold–blooded creature like Mason to his knees.
ow, the way this man was looking at me… I was starting to understand Mason’s weakness.
tened my back, pushing down that flutter in my chest, and said coolly:
pregnant.”
“Your gaze is crossing some lines.”
His eyebrow lifted slightly, his smile carrying a hint of playfulness.
“I know. You emailed me two hours ago.”
I blinked.
Then it hit me–he was probably one of the journalists my private investigator had contacted.
No wonder he knew my story so well.
“Since you know all this, you really shouldn’t get involved,” I said.
He lazily raised one finger, waving it gently in the air.
“Mrs. Anderson–from the moment I agreed to publish your exclusive, I was already involved.”
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“So do you regret it now?” I raised an eyebrow sarcastically.
“Don’t you think… it’s a bit late for that?”
The Anderson family practically controlled all of California’s media and financial sectors. If they wanted, they could make this story completely disappear within thirty minutes, like it never existed.
So I had to maximize the impact.
I had to find people who weren’t afraid of them.
But this guy clearly had guts.
Was he planning to drop this bomb and then vanish without a trace?
He didn’t answer, just smiled faintly, then smoothly changed the subject to other scandals.
Not mine, but other people’s.
Some mayor’s underground mistress, some tycoon’s illegitimate son, some socialite’s plastic surgery disaster in
Switzerland…
Calling it “gossip” seemed too light, calling it “political scandals” too heavy.
But whatever it was, he definitely made this flight less boring.
As we approached our destination, the turbulence became severe. When we landed on the other side of the ocean, dawn was just breaking.
My best friend was waiting for me at arrivals.
The moment she saw me, she waved frantically, “Charlotte, you’re finally here!”
She ran over to hug me, then noticed the man behind me, her eyes immediately lighting up.
‘Are you serious… you actually flew here with Adrian Volkan?”
I looked at her suspiciously.
‘Who’s Adrian?”
She nearly rolled her eyes: “Adrian Volkan! CEO of Volkan International! The youngest heir, future head of one of the world’s top ten private wealth families!”
Just then, the man who’d sat beside me for the entire flight walked over.
He extended his hand to me with a half–smile, his tone casual yet elegant:
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“Pleasure to officially meet you, Charlotte.”
“I’m Adrian Volkan. I’m in the business world.”
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