"Mr. Hughes, we heard you have chosen a fiancée this year. Is it this lady here? But we also heard your fiancée is about to give birth, so it shouldn't be her. May I boldly ask, who exactly is the Young Madam of the Hughes Clan?" The reporter's question exploded like a bomb in the cinema lobby.
The news became even more sensational — Joshua Hughes' fiancée is about to give birth, yet here he is playing romantic games with a little lover. The life of a billionaire indeed.
"Which agency are you from?" Joshua Hughes looked coldly at the reporter, his eyes as sharp as blades pierced through the noisy atmosphere, abruptly silencing it.
A cold glint settled in his deep eyes, lips parted slightly, as he faced a sea of flashing cameras, radiating a chilling aura.
On such a beautiful and serene night, with the young girl so happy, these people had to ruin it.
