Andrea gritted her teeth in anger and seethed his name through clenched teeth, "Valentine Anderson."
"Okay, I will stop!" Valentine Anderson chuckled and replied.
Andrea's face twisted in surprise; she had not anticipated Valentine Anderson's swift change of heart. It was uncharacteristic of him, but she breathed a sigh of relief. Being hounded by strangers was far from pleasant.
"Meet me at 9 p.m.," Andrea Singers instructed before abruptly ending the call.
She climbed into her car and headed back to her mansion, where a throng of reporters awaited her at the gate.
As her car approached, the reporters swarmed around her, bombarding her with inquiries.
"Mrs. Andrea Singers, what are your thoughts on Valentine Anderson's surprising love confessions?"
"You and Valentine Anderson have
