In the reception room of Hall Holdings‘ headquarters, a young man sat nervously on a handcrafted black leather sofa, warily looking around.
The moment he saw me enter, Daniel shot up from the sofa. “Mr… Mr. Allyn!”
I glanced at him indifferently. I hadn’t noticed him the first few visits to the film set, but now, taking a closer look… Hmph. Luzie had a poor taste. This monkey-like pretty boy, trembling like a leaf in a storm, was hardly worth a supercar.
Suppressing my displeasure, I sat down opposite him. “Daniel, I heard that after Luzie gave you a supercar, you haven’t been back to the set. Why?”
Daniel, who had just sat down, sprang to his feet again. “Mr… Mr. Allyn! There’s nothing between Miss Luzie and me!”
I frowned and rubbed my ear. He seemed to realize his outburst, his voi
