Love Unspoken

A significant number of them were willing to linger in her company, their curiosity piqued by the prospect of meeting the enigmatic benefactor. This was the man who had transformed Getty's career into a veritable goldmine, compelling even A-list stars to orbit her as supporting roles.

In the ruthless world of show business, success seldom arrived without the propulsion of a benefactor. Every rising star had at least one, but a benefactor who commanded both respect and fear was a rare phenomenon that intrigued everyone. They were all eager to see if this mysterious patron was merely another corpulent, aging man, ripe for mockery.

As they engaged in casual conversation, a sleek Maybach made its entrance, gliding to a smooth halt in front of Getty.

The chatter abruptly ceased, and every eye widened in anticipation, riveted on the car, eager to catch a glimpse of the emerging passenger.

In due course, the passenger door swung open, and a man, cloaked in a black coat, stepped out. His tall figure cut an imposing silhouette against the night sky.

Getty's face brightened with joy, and she trotted over to him, exclaiming, "Alexander!"

As he turned around, his sharply defined features were revealed under the cloak of night. His indifferent eyes were chilling in their detachment, as if surveying the mere mortals beneath his gaze.

The women could no longer conceal their envy or amusement.

Many had seen this face before - on television, in newspapers, or at high-profile business galas.

a distance from the glitzy realm of celebrities. They might have known of him, but none dared to

was well-known, particularly among the elite circles they

was none

drove here yourself? How long did it take?" Alexander, playing along perfectly, wrapped his arm around her waist in response, "Just

took her hands in his, "Let's

happiness, Getty nodded and snuggled closer into his

stares of the women left shivering in the cold breeze, each glimpsing jealousy in the other's

car, Getty could barely contain

you have no idea. They were just saying that the man behind me was an old and ugly guy, maybe even balding - I was so annoyed! But did you see their faces when you showed up? Hilarious! They got just what they deserved for waiting around to mock me. Now, let's see if they

Getty chattered on beside him, Alexander drove with a faint smile on his lips, appearing

quiet? Don't you

hours already, and I've got another two hours on the road when we head back.

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