Zara's POV
"What just happened?" I say, processing the shocking blog post that has just been published about me. They're on the brink of revealing my workplace, background, and other personal details.
"I need you to take this down immediately before it spreads. And I want someone to track down the journalist who wrote that blog," Zen instructs with a sense of urgency in his voice.
"Understood," Roy replies, and the call disconnects.
Zen turns to me, his gaze steady yet filled with concern. He knows I'm feeling overwhelmed, and honestly, who wouldn't be?
We were on the edge of being discovered; if that waiter hadn't walked by at that moment, they might have realized I was with Zen. The potential for rumors spiraling out of control is daunting, and they could connect the dots leading to this mystery.
"Zara…"