The real culprit was about to appear.
Lila took the elevator down to the parking lot. By this time, the rush hour was over, and the lot was nearly empty. It didn't take long for her to spot the familiar black car.
The person inside also saw her the moment she arrived. Dorian looked even more haggard than before, though his face was clean-shaven. He was dressed in casual clothes that Lila had bought for him in the past, which was a rare sight since he usually wore a suit.
He walked up to her and saw no surprise on her face. It was as if she had been expecting him.
"Lila."
She took a step back, putting some distance between them. "What role did Fletcher play in all of this?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Dorian's eyes shifted slightly. "I've seen the news online. I'm here to help you."
"Help me?" Lila couldn't help but laugh. The mockery was clear in her voice.
He tried to ignore her sarcasm. "Lila, come back to me. If we're together, those rumors will fall apart on their own."
Fletcher was a newcomer with no real work to his name—how could he be compared to someone like him, a screen legend? Anyone with eyes could see who the better choice was.
"Why do you think I would choose someone who has betrayed me?"
Her words struck like a sharp thorn in his heart, and he finally realized how wrong he had been. He took a deep breath and suppressed the discomfort as well as a faint sense of regret within him.
"You have no choice now." Dorian tried to make his voice sound gentle. "Lila, stop being so headstrong. This situation won't benefit you in any way."
"This is my business, Mr. Blake. There's no need for you to worry."
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