D'andre stood in the middle of a small crowd, a composed smile on his face. His lips parted gracefully as he responded to their questions one after another. Some were direct, while others carried a tone of curiosity and gossip.
"Mr. D'andre, what do you think of this entire scandal?"
"Do you know Roberto personally? What kind of person is he behind the screen?"
"Was he really about to punch you just now?"
D'andre smiled lightly, his calmness radiating through the noise as he casually responded. His words were soft but firm, carrying a weight that silenced even the loudest of the reporters.
He handled the crowd like a veteran celebrity, controlling the atmosphere with nothing but his voice and image.
His composure quickly charmed a few of the young female reporters, and their questions gradually turned from serious to flirting.
"Mr. D'andre, are you single?" one of them asked with a shy, slightly pink-cheeked smile.
