Scarlett stood in the harsh wind, blinded by flashing lights and the malice of the crowd, suddenly feeling a chill. She wanted to clutch her coat tighter, but it was Ryan's. The scent of him, both alluring and a constant reminder of his ruthlessness.
"No need for apologies," she began, her voice steady. "Thank you for your help. But I'd prefer it if you could control your fiancée and prevent her from smearing people like a mad woman." It was clear to her that the people deliberately causing trouble among the reporters were undoubtedly sent by Caroline.
"Scarlett, it's not like that." Ryan looked at her, his breath catching in his throat. "Caroline is not..." He wanted to say that Caroline was not his fiancée. But somehow, looking into Scarlett's eyes filled with resentment, he couldn't b
