Chapter 405 Heart-to-Heart

• Reilly Schulze wasn’t lying. If she just waved her hand, countless people would line up to throw themselves at her feet. She simply didn’t bother. As for Elena Lundberg’s man—
• Reilly shot a dismissive look at Ford Bannister beside her and mocked him, cold as ice: “You think I went looking for Ford on purpose? Take a good look. Who’s chasing who right now? It’s Ford who keeps clinging to me. Ever since we divorced, I cut him off. Now it’s this man who won’t quit. You’re a reporter—you should at least be able to tell what’s what. If you can’t even manage that, what kind of reporter are you? You’d make a better paparazzo.”
• Every word Reilly said pierced right through Katrina Doval. She’d heard that jab more than once. She didn’t want to be some paparazzo. She’d worked her tail off to get into the journalism program at the Murkoff Academy of Arts. How could she be reduced to that?