Nicholas subconsciously tried to cover the floating ball, but it was too late. Lucille's words were said clearly. The viewers naturally heard and saw everything.
"Do you really have to..."
Nicholas shook his head and couldn't help sighing.
He was silently asking her why she couldn't at least pretend to care about Charles for the sake of the broadcast.
The audience would only see what they wanted to see, especially since Lucille's image was already so bad. Her words would inevitably cause a stir, and her every action would be scrutinized with a magnifying glass.
Lucille spread her hands out and smiled innocently.
Before she was about to leave, Lucille stopped and looked at Nicholas, reminding him in a kind tone, "By the way, I'm not leaving because of this, but because..."
"What is it?" Nicholas's eyebrows jumped, and his handsome face was inexplicably a little nervous.
History always repeated itself.