A cold, deep voice called from inside, “Come in.”

Holding a folder, Hans entered the office. “Mr. President, you instructed us to intercept any negative media exposure concerning Miss Xanthea. Today, the company intercepted a set of photos, but I’m not sure if they qualify as negative news?”

At the mention of “Xanthea,” the man signing contracts behind the desk suddenly paused.

Orion slowly lifted his head, “What?”

Hans took out the photos from the folder, placing them neatly before him.

In the photos, Xanthea was seen giving Benjamin a gift, the two of them looking at each other and smiling: Benjamin courteously shielding Xanthea from a car door, careful not to let her bump her head; at a cast dinner, Benjamin making his way through the crowd, his gaze towards Xanthea filled with ambiguous affection, and more.

Orion picked up the last photo of the two sweetly embracing. His dark eyes brewed a storm, almost piercing a hole through the man’s silhouette in the photo.

“Have they been verified?”

seem encased in ice, chilling Hans to

they have been authenticated by our tech department. The photos are unaltered originals, and the whistleblower

and terrifying, his fingers

at Sunset Hills Estates, apartment

looking into each other’s

“Isn’t this too much?”

written, tossed

indeed harder than scientific

did she agree to act in a romance drama? She- despised

face down on the desk, Benjamin couldn’t help but smile,

lot of attention,

she just needed

nce scene.

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