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.

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

Have you really been Mr. Hayes'

in the day, you were the talk of Ivywood University. Why'd you pass up the chance to study abroad to play secretary to Mr. Hayes? Were you really kept by

Bell family hit hard times, did you choose

questions were like knives stabbing straight at Clara's heart. She tried to remain composed and offer an explanation,

utterly alone and helpless, Anders sprinted onto the stage, shielding Clara with 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

back, couldn't hide her cruel smile. "Clara, this is what they call poetic justice. Enjoy

she reveled in her triumph, she caught sight of a figure

for Clara. Unapologetically, he plowed through the crowd of journalists, reached Clara, and pulled

press corps, sending a chill through the air. Faced with this side of