At the premiere.
Simon stared at the photo Ethan Ross had sent him, his face looking as stormy as ever.
Vivian stood beside him. "Is Miss Clarke seeing Ethan Ross now?" she asked with a sly smile. "I've got to hand it to her—she's got quite the charm. One day it's Anselme on one arm, and the next it's Ethan on the other. The internet's in a frenzy, yet she still finds time for a date."
Simon's expression was as cold as ice, his gaze sharp as he looked at her.
"Vivian, there are some things I've been lenient about, but there are limits. Know when to stop."
Vivian's face stiffened. "Simon, what's that supposed to mean?"
He glanced at her briefly. "I've got things to handle. I'm leaving."
Her face darkened instantly. "Weren't you supposed to stay with me for the premier
