Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 254

Just then, a reporter raised her microphone. “Mr. Vasquez, it's an honor to finally meet you.”

That reporter was likely Cecilia's boss, the one who had replaced her. Her words instantly captured the attention of the entire audience.

All the cameras swiveled, searching the venue for Jonathan's figure.

Under the guidance of a staff member, Jonathan calmly walked onto the outdoor stage from backstage.

He was dressed in a sharp, impeccably buttoned suit. A ray of sunlight caught him just right, illuminating his light brown eyes and making them seem almost translucent.

Among a sea of middle-aged executives, Jonathan’s presence was particularly striking, giving him the air of a cool, unattainable heartthrob.

On the large screens, the live comments from online viewers were scrolling by at lightning speed.

[Holy crap! Now that’s a face that commands respect! Is that really Jonathan? He’s even hotter than my favorite celebrity!]

[Even with every button done up, my years of binge-watching tell me this is pure uniform-clad temptation! Trust me, he'd look even better with the suit off!]

[I’m suddenly so jealous of his wife. She gets to touch him whenever she wants! The pecs, the abs, the V-lines… No wonder he never makes public appearances. How are the other pretty boys in showbiz supposed to compete!]

[Stephanie, are you done touching him yet? Move over, let me have a turn for a couple of days!]

From the moment Jonathan appeared on screen, the comments had taken a bizarre and appreciative turn.

Stephanie felt a blush creep up her cheeks. What on earth were they talking about…

Pecs, abs, V-lines?

Jonathan did seem to have all of those, but… when had she ever touched them?

She wasn’t that shameless! She’d never even taken a proper look.

[Whoa, do rich people play this rough? Don’t tell me he got that from making out with you-know-who at the hotel last night?]

It was obvious to everyone who “you-know-who” was.

Quennel’s gaze flickered across the screen. He lightly touched his lip and said with ambiguous intent, “Well… I think everyone has already guessed.”

He left his sentence hanging, inviting endless speculation.

As expected, Quennel’s words sent the online chat into a frenzy. The number of live viewers surged, and a buzz of discussion filled the venue.

The director, seeing the massive spike in traffic, gestured for the host to press on.

Steeling herself, the host pried further, “Was it from a kiss? In that case, could you tell us if the other person is your sweetheart, Mr. Gonzalez?”

Quennel smiled, his face full of affection. “Of course, it’s my sweetheart. I’ve loved her for many years.”