Chaos could've erupted. Anyone else in Claude's position would've panicked—an actress from another company claiming to be pregnant with his child, tabloids exploding with headlines, hashtags trending within minutes.
But Claude Lockheart was not "anyone else."
Claude had built empires… and destroyed reputations before breakfast.
Mio watched him pace across the living room, his expression shifting from mildly annoyed to dangerously calm—the kind of calm that made entire companies tremble. His phone buzzed nonstop: calls from reporters, frantic messages from PR departments, calls from other CEOs.
Claude answered none of them.
Instead, he called only one person.
"Adrian," Claude said, voice sharp and steady as steel. "Bring me everything we have on Diara Desam. And I mean everything."
