Serena's POV
A camera suddenly shoved into my face made me blink against the harsh lights. Someone thrust a microphone toward me, the show's producers clearly delighted by this unexpected drama.
I could practically see dollar signs in their eyes as they eagerly milked this moment for ratings.
I had no choice but to take the microphone.
My mind raced—I couldn't coldly reject Julian in front of everyone, but I also couldn't encourage false hopes. God, why did he have to do this here?
"I certainly know you're a wonderful man, Julian," I said, injecting a teasing tone into my voice while my heart hammered uncomfortably.
"But using me for publicity like this? I might have to dock your pay!"
The audience laughed, breaking the tension. Over their chuckles, I watched Julian'
