Ryder Sharp had already pulled away. Sylvie Lockwood straightened up, clearly not expecting to be seen, especially by an acquaintance. She neatened her clothes, feeling both anxious and agitated.
'That Ryder Sharp is just here to ruin my life.'
She had never been this flustered in her entire life.
He had thrown everything into chaos.
Ryder Sharp, however, glanced at the utterly bewildered Donovan Sheridan. "Mr. Shaw, you dropped something."
Donovan Sheridan was about to lose his mind!
!!!
'What the f—'
'What kind of surreal drama is this?!'
'Did I walk into the wrong place?'
'Sharp pinned Miss Lockwood against the wall, and then he actually… kissed her!'
The feeling was like being struck by lightning—fried crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and still smoking.
'Of course I know I dropped something.'
'You two scared me into dropping it!'
This was one piece of gossip he had no desire to consume.
