A tidal wave of cold panic doused his initial fury in an instant, a gut-churning, unrecognizable panic clamping down hard on his heart.
He couldn't lose me. Not like this—with his name dragged through the mud and his reputation completely destroyed.
He sprinted back to his assistant, leaning over the still-streaming phone screen and typing out a comment like he was roaring the words through the display.
Jonathan: [Queenie! Stop this right now! Let's talk this through properly! Things aren't what you think! I can explain!]
His account had a flashy premium VIP badge, so the comment blazed across the feed and was impossible to miss.
I spotted the comment immediately while I was live streaming. My gaze swept over the words lightly, not a flicker of emotion in my eyes.
"Talk?" I repeated
