Ice clinked against the cup, a cool breeze wafting from her fingertips, slightly alleviating the stifling air surrounding them.
Tiffany Lynch's anxiety intensified. Still, out of respect for the cameras around them, she lowered her voice, "Hannah Winter, don't let success go to your head."
"Oh, I'm just worried about you," Hannah laughed brightly. Perhaps it was from the iced water she'd drunk, her voice carried a distinct chill, "I'm afraid you might faint from the heat. It would be embarrassing, wouldn't it?"
Tiffany Lynch, huffing and puffing, replied scornfully despite her fury, "I used to think you truly loved George. Now I see you're willing to do anything for money. How laughable."
How noble could someone be if they're willing to play stand-in lover for money?
