Ambryan scowled.
When his romantic life consisted of questionable personalities, the public had their opinions. Eros Productions kept this business as usual. The world eventually moved on when they received nothing from him. Yes, he had staged multiple waves to gain public opinions.
But, never had he addressed them himself.
Why would this matter differ from those?
His violet eyes narrowed.
Clasping his hands together, Ambryan leaned over the desk. He settled his elbows on the table and watched his colleague above the back of his joint fingers. The angelic face stared back innocently.
That was where the problem lied.
"Madison, be honest with me," Ambryan began to say and knitted his eyebrows. His gaze scrutinized the dainty expression. "Are you using the press as a way to ask me about my relationship?"
