A dead silence fell over the area.
This wasn't just your average public display of affection; it was sickeningly sweet.
If showing affection was a competitive game with ranks, Ethan Grant's princess carry would undoubtedly be Challenger tier.
Meanwhile, Katherine Kane, who was closest to the pair and had the clearest view, was about to have a heart attack from sheer rage.
She could tolerate filth tainting her idol, but she could not stand her idol willingly touching that filth.
A princess carry?
'How dare Shirley Thorne?'
If Shirley Thorne knew what was going on in Katherine's head, she would have screamed that she'd been framed.
'Damn it!'
'What does this have to do with me?!'
'This was clearly the billionaire's own idea!'
God only knew how much willpower it took to suppress an internal scream when her world was suddenly turned upside down right after he'd finished speaking about 'consequences'.
'I'm just as shocked as all the gawking bystanders, you know!'
