"You…"
Xanthea pressed her palm against his chest, setting a boundary with a serious tone. "Keep your distance. If someone sees us, it could get messy!"
Someone?
Who was she worried about?
Is that Matthew whom she was worried about?
Orion's dark eyes narrowed instantly, tightening his grip on her hand.
Xanthea jolted, sensing a dangerous undercurrent in his touch, and quickly shook her head. "Don’t get me wrong, I meant the fans. If they find out..."
Before she could finish, the livestream camera swiveled toward them.
Xanthea swiftly withdrew her hand, putting on a worried expression for Olivia, feeling as though someone could see right through her.
"Olivia? Olivia?"
There Olivia lay on the ground, feigning unconsciousness, but her twitching eyelids betrayed her intense inner turmoil.
In that moment she fell, she saw with her own eyes that Mr. Lockwood hadn’t cared about her at all; instead, he grabbed Xanthea, as if... afraid she might get hurt.
That shameless temptress had already ensnared Mr. Lockwood!
Despite all of her schemes, she had failed; while Xanthea had succeeded so effortlessly. Why?
"Tsk."
Isabella, standing on the sidelines with arms crossed, scoffed disdainfully at Olivia.
An idol who didn’t even go to school and has suffered through countless hardships during her previous years, now couldn’t even stand under the sun for a few minutes without onto a man—did she think the audience were fools?
The only fool here was Xanthea, who couldn't even see that "someone" is trying to steal her boyfriend right under her nose, yet still standing there showing concern.
Wait. If Olivia was targeting Xanthea, she should be happy about it. Why feel sorry for Xanthea?
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