Drew's finger hovered over the screen as another Weibo post flashed in front of them. The glow of the phone reflected in his sharp eyes, and with a sly smirk, he turned it so Sebastian could see.
On the post, Annie had uploaded a photo.
The image was damning. Brent's hand was wrapped tightly around Amari's wrist, his gaze filled with tenderness and worry as if the world had fallen away and only she remained. Amari, on the other hand, was smiling back at him—warm, soft, almost too close, too intimate. The picture screamed connection.
And the caption Annie had written below?
It only made the scene more scandalous.
"Really now? Was this all just for show?" Drew muttered mockingly, his tone heavy with provocation.
When he turned to Sebastian, the man's expression was lethal. The kind of cold, deadly stare that could slice someone open without a single word. Drew, however, didn't flinch. He leaned back lazily and said, his voice cool, "You're angry, aren't you?"
