Chapter 441:
The crowd watching the live stream began to grow restless.
âWhereâs Clint? Whereâs my beloved Clint?â
âDo the staff have any clue what theyâre doing? Arenât they aware that Clintâs the main attraction of this broadcast?â
âAnd why keep focusing on Kelley? Weâre here for Tiffany!â On the verge of being overwhelmed, the broadcast nearly went offline due to the intense pressure from the fans.
Left with no other options, the team reached out to Spheredale for assistance. Tiffany and Clint were unaware of the swirling tide of fan outrage, cheerfully serving Harlee her meal.
Harlee caught Tiffanyâs eye, her bubbly demeanor sparking a thought. Were they old friends? If Tiffany had ever looked at Clint for even a moment, she wouldnât have any doubts.
Harleeâs mouth twitched into a playful smile.
âYou do know this is a no-filming zone, right? Are you sure you big stars want to be here?â
Tiffany, adding a lobster to Harleeâs dish and turning slowly, replied, âItâs all good. Iâm just here to strut down the red carpet today.â
Clint gave a nonchalant nod, showing he was fine with it too.
âClint,â a sudden voice interrupted from behind.
Clint spun around, greeted by Kelley weaving through the crowd, her hips gently swaying.
Her face beamed with a bright, assertive smile, and her eyes twinkled as they met his.
âClint, my dear, what keeps you here all alone? Your fans are clamoring to see you on the livestream,â Kelley cooed, her voice dripping with sugary intimacy.
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âMiss Archer, I must have mentioned this before. Weâre not on familiar terms. Please address me as Mr. Sanderson, like everyone else,â Clint responded, his expression stern, his voice deep and distant.
A shade of red crept across Kelleyâs cheeks, a visible flush of embarrassment taking hold. She nibbled her lower lip, her demeanor wounded.
âI overheard this woman call you âClintâ, and I assumed you preferred itâ¦
How could you say that to me? Arenât weâ¦â
Kelleyâs voice trailed off purposefully, leaving her sentence hanging. She then subtly touched her eyes, simulating tears.
Unbeknownst to Clint, Kelleyâs accomplice in the photography department had already covertly directed the camera toward them. Kelley, adorned with a hidden microphone, ensured their exchange was broadcast live, crystal clear to all the viewers.
At that moment, the person in charge of the live broadcast discreetly changed the camera angle to center on them, while the giant screens at the venue continued to highlight different celebrities.
Clint sneered. Such a theatrical display of forced tears! Did she really think such petty tricks would work on him? In his younger years, he had navigated through far more elaborate manipulations.
Clintâs eyes narrowed, his countenance shadowed as he declared, âMiss Archer, perhaps itâs time you educated yourself on respecting personal space.
And please, stop addressing me as âdear.'â
These words plunged Kelley into deep mortification. The heirs of illustrious families in the VIP area watched the spectacle with a mix of intrigue and amusement, their decorum keeping their comments subdued.
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