The host excitedly announced, &quot;We’re in luck today! The first draw goes to our CEO, Hawthorne. Please welcome Mr. Alexander Hawthorne to the stage!&quot;

 The media cameras snapped furiously, and the flashing lights seemed endless.

 The comment section exploded.

 &quot;So fake.&quot;

 &quot;Totally scripted, right?&quot;

 &quot;This is gonna be interesting.&quot;

 Alexander rose and walked to the stage.

 &quot;Before we begin the interaction, let’s kick things off with a quick interview. Mr. Alexander Hawthorne, do you happen to know what the first interactive game of the evening will be?&quot;

 &quot;I don’t,&quot; Alexander shook his head.

 He genuinely didn’t know.

 Vanguard Global Enterprises had a hand in nearly every industry, with countless brands under its umbrella. He often attended events like this and was used to it by now. Typically, he’d go on stage, deliver a

&quot;Oh, FUCK, this is insane.&quot;

 The camera zoomed in close to Alexander’s face. His expression remained calm, his eyes deep and unreadable.

 Under the gaze of the crowd, he walked up the stage and stood beside Isabella. She was wearing high heels, making their height difference almost a full head.

 The media photographers snapped away, capturing every moment.

 The director kept the camera trained on them, occasionally cutting to Vivienne in the audience.

 The host, smiling widely, asked, &quot;Now, I have a question for Miss Isabella from our viewers. You mentioned that when you first met Director Vivienne, she was sixteen. Can you tell us where you two first met?&quot;

 The question was fed to her through the earpiece by the director.

 Isabella pressed her lips together, glancing briefly at Alexander by her side.

 &quot;Since Miss Isabella doesn't wish to answer, that's p

Isabella gazed at me expectantly.

 At first, Isabella was enough to disgust me. But after hearing what Alexander said, I felt a wave of nausea hit me.

 She had always played the “good one,” trying to make up for everything.

 It was laughable.

 To call Isabella “good” was an insult to the very meaning of the word.

 Seeing me remain silent, Isabella pressed on. “Vivienne, I know you’re still upset with me... If you don’t want it, just give it back. I’ll throw it away.”

 With that, she reached for the paper bag in my hands.

 “Fine, I’ll keep it. You go rehearse,” I said flatly.

 There were not only Alexander and a few staff members around but also security cameras. If I refused outright, it could make a scene.

 Before I knew it, the footage might be posted online, and I’d be accused of bullying Isabella.

 Isabella smiled in relief. “Thank you, Vivienne.”

 “Alexander, I’ll head to

The host excitedly announced, &quot;We’re in luck today! The first draw goes to our CEO, Hawthorne. Please welcome Mr. Alexander Hawthorne to the stage!&quot;

 The media cameras snapped furiously, and the flashing lights seemed endless.

 The comment section exploded.

 &quot;So fake.&quot;

 &quot;Totally scripted, right?&quot;

 &quot;This is gonna be interesting.&quot;

 Alexander rose and walked to the stage.

 &quot;Before we begin the interaction, let’s kick things off with a quick interview. Mr. Alexander Hawthorne, do you happen to know what the first interactive game of the evening will be?&quot;

 &quot;I don’t,&quot; Alexander shook his head.

 He genuinely didn’t know.

 Vanguard Global Enterprises had a hand in nearly every industry, with countless brands under its umbrella. He often attended events like this and was used to it by now. Typically, he’d go on stage, deliver a speech, and leave without paying much attention to the event details.

 &quot;Then, I’m sure you kn

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