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.

on. As

Have you really been Mr. Hayes' sugar baby

day, you were the talk of Ivywood University. Why'd you pass up the chance to study abroad

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

knives stabbing straight at Clara's heart. She tried to remain composed and offer an explanation, but she was at a loss for words - especially since

talk is over. Please enjoy the rest of the program." He tried to whisk Clara off the stage, but the reporters weren't having any of it. They swarmed around, blocking their exit and shoving microphones

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 chair, relishing the sight of Clara besieged

triumph, she caught sight of a figure all too

heading straight for Clara. Unapologetically, he plowed through the crowd of journalists, reached Clara, and pulled the trembling woman into his

were soft moments ago turned icy as they met the press corps, sending a chill through the air. Faced with this side