Nicholas had long calmed himself after that red carpet incident. After all, he already felt immune to that woman's antics. He had seen worse, for example, destroying his entire garden.
So he shrugged it off, cleared his throat, and walked forward without looking at a single reporter who tried raising their mics toward his mouth. He waved his hand to his fans with a slight, practiced, and completely professional smile and walked away.
As he walked, he saw a few people he knew, so he walked toward them and stood on the side.
Even though he had come to this party, he was a CEO, after all. Why would he go ahead and contact people on his own?
As expected, someone did approach him, but the question that was asked was a bit….
"Who was that woman?" One of Nicholas's business partners asked in a curious voice.
The corners of Nicholas's mouth twitched. He looked at the forty-year-old man and said honestly, "My wife."
