Maximilian glanced at Catherine, clearly catching the irony, and she fought the urge to roll her eyes. Then he turned to the camera with the effortless composure of a male lead born to headlines.
"My name isn't on buildings," he said pleasantly. "It's already on syllabi."
The influencer let out a low whistle. "Okay—okay. Academic royalty."
Catherine bowed her head slightly, eyes rolling. She'd mentioned the Remington name earlier, how it was etched into buildings, and that made them powerful, and now he was flaunting his name like this.
So what if his family name was printed in history books?
"You, miss?" the influencer asked eagerly, pointing the fuzzy mic at her.
"My family owns a private airport," Catherine said, as casually as if she were commenting on the weather. She didn't think many could top that. She had hidden who she was till then, thinking it was the right thing to do.
Well, no more.
