Sure enough, the mont Phoebe Lockwood sat down, her colleagues started showering her with questions.
"Lockwood’s back! Did you get to see Little Prince Hale?"
"Is Little Prince Hale as handso as he is on TV? Did you ask for his number?"
"Co on, Lockwood, tell us all about it!"
Phoebe Lockwood was grinning from ear to ear. "Little Prince Hale is incredibly handso—way more than on TV. And he has a wonderful personality. It was a pleasure to et him."
"Wow! Did he kiss your hand? A hand-kiss is a formal custom in Country K, you know!"
"Of course he did! Little Prince Hale is a true gentleman. I was completely smitten."
"Pfft, are you exaggerating?"
Phoebe Lockwood nodded. "I’m not kidding. Little Prince Hale is just that handso. In my book, there are only two perfect n: one is Young Master Quincy, and the other is Little Prince Hale."
The words had barely left her mouth when Henry Hartwell burst out of his office, shouting, "Clean up, everyone! We’ve got managent coming. Move it!"
Hearing that managent was on the way, the colleagues lost all interest in gossiping and scrambled to tidy their desks.
Phoebe Lockwood sauntered back to her seat and sat down, not even bothering to tidy up her desk.
’Whatever "managent" is coming, who would dare tell my desk is ssy? Hmph!’
Not even two minutes later, the legendary "big shot" arrived—
—led by Claire Sinclair...
When everyone saw the noble, elegant figure, they all gasped in unison.
That breathtakingly handso face, those deep blue eyes, and that head of curly blond hair—he radiated the aura of Western royalty.
This was no "big shot" from managent; this was clearly an honored guest from afar...
Good heavens, why would Little Prince Hale suddenly show up at the Astoria Daily Press?
And why was Claire Sinclair with him?
Phoebe Lockwood was utterly stunned, her mind reeling.
’I heard from soone in the cabinet that Little Prince Hale had arrived just after nine this morning, but I only found out when I went to et his private jet.’
Now, Little Prince Hale had suddenly appeared, brought by none other than Claire Sinclair, and a fire of jealousy instantly ignited in Phoebe’s heart.
’It’s that bitch again!’
’Stealing my spotlight and glory again!’
’That damned bitch! What right does she have to be seen with Little Prince Hale like they’re a couple!’
Just as she was fuming, Claire Sinclair suddenly spoke up, saying to Prince Hale, "His Highness Prince Hale, this is where I work, and these are my colleagues."
Little Prince Hale’s gaze swept slowly over the crowd. It was montarily caught by the unconventionally dressed Phoebe Lockwood, but it didn’t linger on her for long before finally landing on her ssy desk.
"And who is that?"
"She’s the governor’s daughter, Phoebe Lockwood. She’s also a reporter at our paper," Claire Sinclair explained nonchalantly.
In any other situation, Phoebe Lockwood would have been thrilled by such an introduction.
But here, in front of Little Prince Hale, she was wearing a backless formal dress while sitting at a ssy desk... It was an undeniable humiliation!
’That bitch Claire Sinclair! She must have done this on purpose to embarrass !’
Little Prince Hale retracted his gaze and looked at Claire Sinclair’s lovely face. "The governor’s daughter looks rather odd. I’m not fond of girls who aren’t tidy. Where is your desk?"
Claire Sinclair: "..."
’Even though the guy was speaking English, his words were so simple that anyone in the newsroom could understand him!’
’This elegant little prince really doesn’t know how to spare a lady’s feelings!’
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