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.

personal life was always the media's favorite bone to chew on. As soon

you really been Mr. Hayes'

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

did you choose to be

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 it was lan's

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 stage, but the reporters weren't having any of it. They

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

triumph, she caught sight of a figure all

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

press corps, sending a chill through the air.