Since he’d already opened the door, she figured she might as well do him this favor.
“You’re asking, so how could I possibly say no?” Kenneth pulled back his usual rebellious attitude. He gave a faint, almost forced smile, his cold eyes settling on Adela. He spoke slowly, his voice cutting through the air. “Adela, be more careful when you walk next time. Don’t just go falling into random arms.”
Adela’s face went pale, then flushed, then pale again.
Did he just call her out? Did he really see what she was up to?
“I want the online rumors gone before today’s over.” Kenneth dusted the wrinkles from his shirt, looking irritated. “And I don’t want anything like this happening ever again.”
“If not…”
It didn’t matter to him which television exec was backing Adela.
“No problem,” Adela’s manager blurted, forcing a smile.
Truth was, they had always planned on handling this, whether Kenneth brought it up or not.
They’d both figured that catching a bit of Kenneth’s star power would boost Adela’s popularity.
But things just didn’t go their way. Most of the fans online were outraged, posting nonstop that Adela wasn’t even close to being good enough for Kenneth.
On top of that, some folks caught on right away, saying Adela set the whole thing up to get attention.
So, sure, she got a spike in traffic, but what came with it was a whole mess. Her reputation was pretty much in shambles now.
“Make sure it’s taken care of,” Kenneth said coldly, giving her manager a final look before checking the time on his watch. He stood and said, “I’m off for the day. Don’t call me again.”

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