The city welcomed them not with silence, but with chaos. As soon as Jonathan’s car crossed the gates of their private apartment complex in the city center, camera flashes were already waiting across the street. Several reporters stood behind the barrier, shouting to get Jonathan’s attention—and, to Blair’s surprise, calling out her real name.
“Annabelle Spencer! Is it true you’re living with Jonathan Evans now?”
“Is your relationship part of the reason Spencer Group is backing Evans Group’s project?”
“Finn Harrison says there’s a conflict of interest! What’s your response?”
Blair kept her head down, holding her breath, but this time not from fear. Jonathan gripped her left hand tightly, signaling for calm before opening the door and guiding her into the building.
The elevator doors cl
