Jenny POV:
As I scrolled through my phone, I saw the trending video of Mr. Alex Grande and me staring at each other. The staff gathered around, their eyes wide with excitement.
"I know this person," Tyla said, her voice filled with awe. "He's the richest billionaire in the country, and he owns Grande's Groups."
My dad's eyes narrowed. "Billionaire? Is he the one who told that lady to pay you one million dollars for slapping you, Jenny?"
I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. "Yes."
The staff started buzzing, their comments overlapping. "Jenny met him? That's amazing!" "One million dollars? That's incredible!" "He must have been impressed by her!"
I shook my head, trying to clarify. "He doesn't like me. He just did it because I'm friends with his sister, Annie, and I had saved her once."
Judy, who had been quiet until now, spoke up in shock. "You're friends with Annie?"
I nodded, trying to downplay the situation. "Yes, and you all should forget about it. It'll die down soon."
But my dad countered, "It can't die down, my dear. These people in the comments are waiting for your response."
Granny peered at the phone, her eyes magnified behind her glasses. "Lovers or friends? They've already started deciding what you are to him."
I sighed, feeling frustrated. "I'm neither his lover nor friend. We're just strangers."
Aunt Cathy suggested, "Then why don't you go live and tell everyone before this matter gets out of hand?"
My dad agreed. "We don't want paparazzi coming here to ask questions from you."
I reluctantly agreed to go live, my heart racing as I began to speak. "Hi, I'm the girl who was in the video posted yesterday. I want to say I have no relationship with Mr. Alex... "
As I continued, people started commenting, relieved that I wasn't his lover or friend. Others joked that it was normal for girls to drool over him, given his handsome appearance. I felt a mix of emotions - relief that the situation was diffused, but deep down, a tinge of disappointment that I couldn't be his. I pushed the thought aside, chiding myself for wishful thinking.
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Alex POV:
I walked through the medicinal factory, my footsteps echoing off the sterile walls as I checked on the production lines. Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and answered, "Yes, Leo?"
"Boss, I found the person who posted the video, but I couldn't take it down because Miss Jenny went live and was talking about it," Leo said, his voice apologetic.
My eyes narrowed. "Jenny, live...?" I trailed off, my mind racing. "Bring the person to my office," I instructed, ending the call.
I left the factory and headed to the company headquarters, my mind focused on the task at hand. As I stepped out of the elevator on the 32nd floor, the soft hum of the office filled the air. I scanned my thumb on the fingerprint scanner, and the door to my office swung open.
Inside, I sat at my desk, my eyes fixed on my phone as I watched Jenny's live video. A pang of guilt hit me; I wish l told her not to respond. I pushed the feeling aside and continued working.
A knock at the door broke the silence. "Come in."
A short, bespectacled man entered, his eyes wide with fear. "M-Mr. Alex, you called for me?"
I nodded, my tone calm and detached. "Sit. I have a few questions for you."
He sat, his hands shaking. "I just have two questions to ask you. Please answer with a yes or no. Is that clear?"
He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Y-yes."
I asked my questions, my tone unchanging. "You posted the video? Yes or no?"
"Y-yes."
"Your reason was to make money? Yes or no?"
"Y-yes."
I leaned back in my chair, my eyes locked on his. "I see. You're just a pawn in a game you don't understand. Let this be a warning: don't play with fire unless you're willing to get burned."
I stood up, my movements fluid. "Medicated or not?"
"M-medicated," he stammered.
I raised an eyebrow. "How... inconvenient. Let this be the last time you cross me. Do I make myself clear?"
He nodded, his eyes downcast. "Y-yes."
I nodded, my expression unyielding. "Good. You may leave now."