The rear passenger door of the central black sedan glided open with smooth precision. A polished leather shoe touched the asphalt, and then Stephen Spencer stepped out into the blinding storm of camera flashes.
The entire street erupted in a deafening wave of noise.
"PRESIDENT SPENCER!"
"President Spencer, why are you here at the soundstage tonight?!"
"Did you come specifically to collect Miss Dreraye?!"
"Are the secret marriage rumors true?!"
Stephen ignored every single question thrown at him. His tall figure remained perfectly composed beneath the harsh studio lights, dressed in an immaculate charcoal suit that suggested he had come directly from the Spencer Group headquarters.
His grey eyes swept across the enormous crowd once, taking in the chaos. His handsome expression immediately darkened into an unyielding mask.
