Before the interview began, the room buzzed with hushed discussions.
“The young gentleman being interviewed today is the head of the entire Hughes family.
“I heard he went blind five years ago and was even kicked out of the family. If it weren’t for his fiancée sticking by his side and taking care of him, he might not have made it.”
“Shh, keep your voice down—”
I sat to the side, barely maintaining a smile, but my nails dug deep into my palm.
Suddenly, Wade Jones, the senior colleague who had brought me along, turned his head.
“Chloe, go get me a glass of water.”
Just as I reached the water dispenser by the door, the entrance suddenly swung open.
A familiar figure came into view, and my mind went completely blank.
In three years, Liam Hughes had changed drastically.
The once slender boy had grown tall, his features sharper and more defined.
His eyes, which used to be clouded with mist, were now cold and piercing.
“Excuse me.”
His voice was indifferent as his gaze swept past me through the lenses of his glasses, like he was looking at a stranger.
Ther wasn’t even a moment of hesitation.
Surrounded by bodyguards, he walked up to the stage.
As he passed me, a faint, crisp scent of wood lingered in the air.
I stood frozen, taking a few seconds to react.
For those two years by his side, Liam was at his lowest.
He was cast out of the Hughes family after going blind from the car accident, so he had no idea what I looked like.
Maybe that was for the best.
By the time I returned with the glass of water, the interview had already begun.
Liam sat on the stage, fingers interlaced, resting against his chin as he calmly surveyed the audience.
He was answering business-related questions when, suddenly, the side door of the stage swung open.
Linda Dawson walked in, smiling as she complained to Liam,
“Sorry, Liam. There was a bit of an issue with the production team, so I got here late.”
Lifting the hem of her elegant champagne-colored gown, she gracefully took a seat beside him.
For a brief moment, the entire room fell silent before the atmosphere quickly turned heated and suggestive.
Wade, holding his glass of water, glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as if he had just made a groundbreaking discovery.
“Chloe, you know, you actually look a bit like Linda Dawson.”
Pressing my lips together, I forced a smile. “She’s a celebrity. You’re giving me too much credit.”
