Chapter 14
Author: PRINZY N
last update2025-06-02 19:47:55

The press conference stage glowed under the hot lights with a massive screen behind it displaying the "Sun-Rost Season 2" logo. Jacob, looking like he’d been born for this, was front and center, soaking it all in. He kept turning to the side while catching the eye of a few of his buddies he’d brought along, giving them a smug nod. Like, ‘see? I told you so.‘

Sarah and Roland were off to the side, leaning against a wall, trying to look interested but mostly just annoyed.

“He’s really milking this, isn’t he?” Sarah muttered, crossing her arms.

Roland snorted. “Milking it? He’s gonna drain the cow dry. Look at him, acting like he just won an Oscar.”

Trisha wasn’t even listening. Her phone was in her hand, screen dark. She kept glancing at it, then at the entrance with a worried frown etched on her face. Max still hadn’t replied. Not a text, or a call. It wasn’t like him. Not after yesterday.

Evelyn, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with excitement. She sidled up to Trisha, nu
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