Cecilia Vaughn never expected that the main entrance to the entire Starfall Bay was already jam-packed with reporters!
Their camera flashes incessantly aimed at her, a dense array of long and short lenses, some even intimidating.
"Eldest Miss Vaughn, is it true you're in a fake marriage with President Law?"
"Eldest Miss Vaughn, can you confirm if The Eldest Young Master Law is really gay?"
"Eldest Miss Vaughn, your contract mentions allowing The Eldest Young Master Law to seek entertainment with men or women. Is such a reckless private life common among wealthy heirs?"
"Eldest Miss Vaughn, does Mr. Law really have a hidden ailment? You're open to his private life; does that mean as you're youthful, you're planning to find a young lover for satisfaction?"
The questions from the reporters were increasingly sharp, their malicious gazes almost nailing Cecilia Vaughn onto a pillar of shame.
"Eldest Miss Vaughn! Please answer directly!"
