"Let’s go, let’s go, you’re wasting our ti."
The reporters scrambled away with their caras.
Nathan Johnson didn’t look any happier.
Amanda Fuller smiled at him, "Sorry, Mr. Johnson, I made you mistake the person too. I wanted to explain, but you guys didn’t give a chance."
It was as good as saying: That fly in your soup? You’re the one who threw it in.
Nathan Johnson’s face was thunderous. After a mont, he forced a thin smile. "No worries. I just didn’t expect that Aurelia’s agent would have such a fiery temper too. But honestly, that’s just my type."
Amanda Fuller shivered.
What is wrong with this guy? Why does he feel so off?
Nathan Johnson took a step forward. She instantly took several steps back, her face changing. "Sorry, I’ve got sothing to do, I’ll head off first." Without stopping, she rushed away.
In the car.
While driving, Aurelia received a ssage from Amanda: "Handled."
She put away her phone and drove to the address Caleb had sent her.
"You are... Aurelia?" In the hallway, a man suddenly grabbed her wrist, lifting his drunken face and shooting her a sinister smile.
Aurelia frowned. This guy... looked a bit familiar.
"Well, well, if it isn’t the famous Miss Shaw. Gotten even prettier since you made it big."
He reached his hand towards her face.
Aurelia grabbed his wrist. The man hadn’t expected her sudden move and let out a pig-like screech. His buddies instantly sobered up and charged toward her.
The current odds weren’t in her favor if she fought back.
She let go, raised both hands, fluttered her sparkling eyes at the crowd, her gaze coy and enchanting. For a second, everyone stiffened in place, dazed, hearts pounding wildly. Damn! This woman is a freaking siren!
"Sorry, instinct." She said, sounding guilty, and handed a card to the guy with the yellow hair in front.
Politely, she said, "That’s my agent’s card. If anything cos up, please contact my agent. I’ll cover any dical fees, no worries. Sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry."
"Hey! Wait up!"
An irate voice sounded from behind.
Aurelia didn’t stop. Staying here to squabble with them wouldn’t do her any good. She needed to get to the suite and et up with Caleb and the others—as a group, these guys wouldn’t dare to pull anything.
Aiden Campbell’s fury showed on his face. He waved his hand, getting his guys to surround Aurelia. Rubbing his aching wrist, he walked over with a nasty grin. "You hurt and want to just leave?"
"This is all a misunderstanding. Or do you want to twist it back?" She reached out her hand.
Clearly, this guy was looking for trouble. Just then, she rembered! This man... Aiden Campbell—Q City’s notorious bad boy.
Shady business dealings, once tried to hit on her, but got a slap for his efforts—in front of Viscount and their usual party crowd. He didn’t get his way that ti.
Great, just my luck to run into him again.
"Aurelia, cut the crap. You hurt my wrist tonight—how are you going to pay back?" Aiden Campbell had no intention of letting her go.
"I already gave your buddy my agent’s card. Whatever the dical bill is, I’ll reimburse you. If you really want to twist it back, here, go ahead—anyti." Aurelia shook her wrist, her delicate, fair hand hanging in the air.
And how exactly was he supposed to twist that? Aiden gritted his teeth, only to hear the woman’s lazy follow-up:
"Unless you don’t mind people laughing at you for bullying a woman."
Aiden Campbell: "...You really think I won’t dare to touch you, is that it?"
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