"Anyway, let's stop talking about me." Ryder said, his voice unfazed. "The one who has more potential should get your support." He pointed.
Clinton's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with annoyance as he tried to focus on his meal.
"All the wealthy bachelorettes were smitten with Clinton. He's finally found the one." Ryder hinted, averting his gaze to his meal. "He must be so much in love to do things in his own accord." His smile widened, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Clinton's stern expression plastered on his face intuitively, turned into a smile, seeming to read between the lines.
"Aren't you equally uncomfortable when I'm around?"
Ryder's expression instantly turned cold at his words. "Don't worry, you wouldn't see me here much longer. At least until mum changes her mind." Clinton added.
"What if the reason is something you can't change?" He smirked.
"What?" Clinton snapped.
