"Who are you looking for?"
Nora, whose eyes had bee scanning the crowd, looked to her side at Demetri's question before answering absently, "Fodder."
Demetri raised an eyebrow at that, without saying further. Even though Nora did not see his expression, she could already sense the action and explained herself," You are the exceptionally strong, handsome, rich male lead while I am merely a trophy wife, so to show how exceptional I am and to shine, I need a backdrop. Someone to make a fool of themselves so that I can shine against them as the backdrop."
Demetri: "o"
Demetri had no words to say to her line of thinking, but he could not help but be amused," How are you going to find this... fodder?"
"Oh. They will find me. See, this is why I asked the others about your dark history. Haven't you rejected a few strong females in the past when they approached you? Now, they will not let go of the opportunity to attack me and create trouble... Thus, becoming cannon fodder."
