No Strings Attached

"Are you seriously not worried about Clara? She's the girl you're into."

"Do you need glasses or something? How did you see me falling for her?"

"If you don't like her, why all the wining and dining? Who'd buy that?"

"Isn't that how you're supposed to take care of a sugar baby?"

That recording instantly snuffed out all the light from Clara's face, exposing her most secretive side for all to see.

The crowd wasn't just any ordinary group. It included the brass and students from Ivywood University, as well as reporters from major media outlets.

media's favorite bone to chew on. As soon as they heard the

you really been Mr. Hayes'

of Ivywood University. Why'd you pass up the chance to study abroad to play secretary to Mr. Hayes? Were you

hard times, did you choose to be Mr. Hayes' canary

and offer an explanation, but she was at a loss for words - especially

his body, and nodded to the press below. "Sorry, folks, Clara's talk is over. Please enjoy the rest of the program." He tried to whisk Clara off the

unfold, Heidi, seated in the back, couldn't hide her cruel smile. "Clara, this is what they call poetic justice. Enjoy your feast," she murmured, reclined in her

reveled in her triumph, she caught

presence was heading straight for Clara. Unapologetically, he plowed through the crowd of journalists, reached Clara, and pulled

whispered reassurance, "Don't be scared. I'm right here." The eyes that were soft moments ago turned icy as they met the press corps, sending a chill through the air. Faced with this side of lan, no one dared to speak. Everyone watched