The photographer suddenly stepped back. He had no idea that the man Lunara called for backup was none other than Eryx Cyrus Grantham, the CEO of the entire group.
His confidence wavered. The smug expression he wore just moments ago faltered as realization set in. He had assumed she was just another struggling model, desperate enough to pay off a debt however she could. But now?
Now, he was standing in front of one of the most powerful men in the industry.
Eryx's piercing gaze remained locked on Lunara's cheek, the faint redness standing out against her pale skin. His jaw tightened.
The silence in the room stretched painfully long. No one dared to speak. The air was thick with tension.
"Who… Did… This?"
The words weren't loud, but they cut through the air like a blade.
Lunara swallowed. She didn't know if she should answer. Would this escalate even more? Would this be the kind of trouble that she couldn't recover from?
Her hesitation was all the confirmation Eryx needed.
