"Being pursued" was a concept rarely associated with Damian Hawthorne.
But men are like that—they always want what they can't have.
Hayley Shepherd crossed her arms, revealing an impressive cleavage. Her eyes sparkled, her gossipy expression unconcealed. "I remember that celebrity went in ten minutes ago. They must have run into each other by now."
"This is going to be good."
After she spoke, Hayley Shepherd suddenly remembered Hugo Grant was still beside her. She snuck a glance at her boss and quickly shut her mouth.
"Heh heh, President Grant, good thing you didn't go in. Otherwise, it'd be a total bloodbath with three men and one woman... Hey, hey, President Grant, you... you're not thinking of going in, are you? President Grant! President Grant!!"
But no matter how she called out, Hugo Grant walked into the music store with a calm expression.
Hayley Shepherd stood stunned for a moment, then closed her eyes and sighed in resignation.
