“How is it that after just a few days away, you come back and suddenly want to break up with me?”
Kieran grew even more impatient and snapped, “Why are you so nosy?”
“Why are you angry?” I sanpped back.
He threw his hands in the air and said irritably, “Look, if you loved me, you'd stop pestering me. Let's just go our separate ways. It's for the best.”
Just as I was about to ask more questions, there was a loud, forceful knock on the door.
I opened it to find a woman in her thirties standing there.
Margot Hickman. She was a well-known name in the entertainment industry—a powerhouse producer who had made stars out of countless actors and held a wealth of resources at her fingertips. What was she doing here?
Before I could say anything, Margot’s eyes swept over me with thinly veiled disdain. She scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “So, you’re Kieran’s secret girlfriend? Lila, is it?”
She didn’t wait for my response, continuing with an air of superiority. “You’re pretty, I’ll give you that, but it’s painfully clear you lack sophistication. Someone like you doesn’t belong by Kieran’s side.”