However, now, no matter how hot and heated the online controversy is.
Lisa Hammond, nestled close to Dylan Wellington like a little bird, felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, with a piercing coldness seeping from her scalp to her back.
Lisa was anxious and uneasy.
She felt that the man sitting next to her was not the charming and wealthy CEO, but a cold and indifferent block of ice.
Unable to endure Dylan Wellington's expression, which was so gloomy it seemed about to drip, Lisa timidly and softly called out.
"Mr. Wellington..."
"Shut up." Dylan Wellington's cold, deep voice sounded, devoid of any warmth.
Lisa: "..."
Even though the stage effects in the studio were ample and the volume was loud, no one should have heard Dylan Wellington's extremely cold, even disdainful rebuke to her.
Still, Lisa's delicately made-up face inevitably flushed.
Her cheeks burned hotly, and Lisa felt her face hurt.
