Zion Prescott locked the dressing room door and faced Claire Sinclair coldly.
"Are you avoiding me?"
It wasn't a question. The man's tone directly concluded.
Claire Sinclair's body trembled violently. She turned her head awkwardly, unwilling to meet Zion Prescott's gaze.
"No... It's just that after you said you wouldn't disturb my life again last time, I didn't expect to meet you again."
"I'm the film investor. Considering what's happened, is it strange for me to be here?"
Zion Prescott sat down nonchalantly, his gaze like a vortex pulling in people's hearts. Claire Sinclair felt an even deeper unease inside.
Was he saying he was being self-indulgent?
...
The topic suddenly shifted in this direction, making Claire Sinclair extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to dodge, but Zion Prescott's eyes, though light as clouds and clear as water, were unavoidable. A subtle bitterness quietly spread.
