Only then did she faintly remember last night when she was pushed onto the bed, her nervousness and the deep male voice that spoke to her.
“Relax.”
Yeah, Steve Lane’s voice was cold, completely different from that man’s!
“How, how could this be......” She looked at the photos on the bed. Her face was even paler than the flashes from the camera.
So, who was the man who slept with her?
“Ms. Rowan, I heard that you and Mr. Steve were childhood sweethearts. Why did you betray him?”
“Were you looking for a brief fling?”
The reporters didn’t care how she felt. To get an explosive headline, they questioned her repeatedly, the camera flashes illuminating every inch of her body and every single expression.
“Get lost, all of you! get lost!” Clara screamed, waving her arms to drive the reporters away.
But they wouldn’t be driven away.
A reporter even asked, “Ms. Rowan, you have so many hickeys on your body. Did you and that man do it for a long time?”
Unable to bear the stimulation of these undisciplined reporters, she screamed and then fainted.
On the other side of the road, a black Maybach was parked.
The back seat window slowly rolled down, revealing a man’s cold and indifferent face. He looked out towards the hotel, where Steve Lane had just come out surrounded by a group of reporters. His eyes became increasingly thoughtful.
“Steve...... be gentler.”
The sweet and intimate cry of the woman seemed to echo in his ears. He fiddled with his fingers, where a woman’s warm touch still lingered.
Steve Lane, the Rowan family’s adopted son, and seemingly ARCTIC’s CEO.
Soon after, the man’s faint voice was heard in the car, “Check Steve Lane.”
“Yes, sir.”
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