"I'll walk you out."
Phoebe withdrew his hand and escorted her to the exit. At the elevator, he reached out and pressed the button to open the door.
"I won't see you downstairs. Rest early tonight and prepare for tomorrow's competition."
"Alright, goodbye!"
Ivana stepped into the elevator as Phoebe turned and walked toward the stairs.
The journalist who had been secretly photographing followed, noticing Phoebe and immediately took off in pursuit. Just as he pushed open the stairwell door, a hand grabbed him directly.
Before the journalist could react, his throat was already pinned against the wall, and the bag in his hand had been snatched by Phoebe.
"Ph... Phoebe?!"
The journalist's face was filled with shock.
Phoebe pulled back his hand, opened the camera, and flipped through the photos.
The images showed a scene with him and Ivana together.
She was admiring the scenery, while he was gazing at her, his face all soft. That expression had completely betrayed his feelings.
