Vanessa looked as if she wanted to say more, her lips parting slightly before she stopped herself. She lowered her head, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag, hesitation written plainly across her face.
That pause was enough.
Delilah Hughes's expression darkened at once.
Her family owned one of the earliest and most influential news agencies in Averton City. Years ago, tabloids had eagerly reported that she had "dated" Adam several times, all thanks to her family's connections.
Some magazines had even gone so far as to label her his rumored girlfriend, splashing their names across headlines with reckless confidence.
Those rumors had only died after Adam himself had gone on television and stated clearly that they were completely false.
And now—
"The two of them?" Delilah sneered, her lips curling in disdain. "Don't joke with me. How could Adam possibly like a broken shoe like her?"
