Dave's POV
While she slept peacefully, a picture of us circulated on the internet, and I can't believe my management couldn't handle such a simple task. I carefully brought her to the room, invited my strategy team over, and we occupied the living room in my cabin to devise a plan. The company's stock prices had been plunging, and my strategic team planning had began when she walked out, bewildered with her long hair left loose. She surveyed the room with her eyes, and our gazes met. She confidently walked up to me, held my hands, and led me out of the living room.
I pulled the team aside to give her my whole attention. Who are you and what did I get myself into? I sat her down, knelt in front of her, held her hands and said, "I'm the CEO of GTO Enterprise and the sole heir to one of the richest men in Europe. I don't have time to get into the details of my family. I'm sorry to have gotten you into this mess." She enquired what mess it was, so I grabbed the iPad with the news on it from the bedside table and gave it to her. the headlines The richest guy in Europe is publicly displaying sensual fantasies, the wealthiest bachelor in Europe is unable to afford a hotel, GTO Enterprise's stock is rapidly declining owing to a controversy, and GTO Enterprise faces massive losses and many other things.
She looked shocked as she read the articles, jumped up in disbelief, and put her hands to her mouth. I sat down and combed through my hair with my hands, letting out a deep sigh. She turned to face me, looking as though she was going to cry, and she kept hitting her head, saying things like, "Stupid, how could you go around kissing business tycoons you've never met before you stupid?" Before she could strike herself again, I quickly grabbed her hands and murmured, "It's not your fault," in a low voice that attempt to appear dejected. She looked at me remorsefully, preventing any more tears from streaming down her cheeks, but it is she replied. None of this would have happened if I hadn't kissed you.
With my fingers, I gently clean the drop of tears on her cheeks, telling to her that if I hadn't kissed her back, none of this would have occurred. I brought her in and wrapped her in a hug, murmuring, "Find a way out of this situation, but until then, get some rest." I left the room full with guilt. Previously, my strategic planning team had come up with an idea to create fake news about the scandal in hopes to deceive Elara into marrying me since Elara's identity had been revealed and the identity of my fiancee had not yet been disclosed we would dispel the rumours by revealing that Elara is my fiancée and that we were enjoying some romantic time together when our privacy was violated.