16 Not Me

"In breaking news tonight, it seems Othon and the Isle of Argent are competing to be on the news. While we have been receiving inside information about the lost princess of Argent, the public relations team of the Prince Christopher Sebastian Lucille Sparks has announced that they will soon be making an important announcement.

The two nations, small in stature, are important due to their autonomy of the routes they hold for the cruise liners and other transport ships. Situated in a key place, the two nations are not just famous for tourist attractions but have been in the news for the recent finds of the many recently discovered mines and small oil fields.

As such, every nation is going to be very interested in the changes being brought about in these two nations which had been going huge changes recently. Let's wait for the news that is going to be coming in soon. We will now be taking you to our live telecast of the Press conference that the Prince is going to hold."

Behind the stage, Jeannie glared at the man who was standing tall and straight by her side. He had really pushed her into a corner.

A Few Hours Ago:

"I should have tried harder to hit you. You have the gall of calling yourself Prince and stooping to such levels to blackmail a person? You must be the Prince Of Scum!"

Instead of being offended, Christopher laughed out loud, commenting," You have a tendency to be violent, Miss Boon. As it happens, if you are giving me this esteemed title because of the news, then let me assure you, that I was actually trying to save the news from being leaked for a while, at least until I could have secured your consent.

But anyways, this too works in my favor. Miss Boon, I know you can handle this."

Christopher interrupted her before she could make the assertion. That took the wind out of her sails, giving Christopher a chance to continue.

"You have a strong backbone and will be able to handle it. But what do you think the King of Argent is trying to pull by doing this? He wants to use your mother, doesn't he?"

"My mother is dead."

"You and I both know that is not the truth. Whoever your backer is, he has covered the tracks well, Miss Boon, but I happen to know the whereabouts of not just the lady but also the reason why and how she sent away from Argent. Will she be able to take the pressure that the Press will bring. And do you think the current Queen of Argent will not unsheathe her claws over your mother just because she is a patient?"

"Miss Boon, the contract is right here. I am used to getting what I want and I believe you know what is good for you. Why don't you take another look at the contract, rethink your choices. The Queen might dare to attack the King's ex wife but she would not so easily attack the Princess of Othon's mother so easily.

Back to the Present:

The Prince smiled and gently placed the woman's hand on his arm. It was time for the show to begin.

"Jeannie? Would you like to get some medication? You look overwhelmed?

"I should be looking underwhelmed, Prince. Your public relations head should have been an author on Webnovel! She weaves great romance stories. Even I am tempted to believe that we are in love with each other."

Christopher threw her a narrowed glance, "You only need to make it believable. But don't make the mistake of believing it yourself."

"I did say tempted. Don't worry, the day I lose my senses enough to fall in love with you, I will get admitted into an institution."

"Very Well. I hope you remember the story of our whirlwind romance well. The press should not be able to sniff out.."

"Oh please! The story is so cheesy that anyone should be able to sniff out. But don't worry. I will definitely act my part..."

"Good, then, there is just one last thing before we get onto stage..

"What?"

This.

The this being, a kiss. With his head perfectly bowed down, Christopher kissed her hard and passionate. Just as he was about to lose his own mind, he stepped back a bit. Seeing the slightly dazed look in her eyes, Christopher was satisfied and soon stepped out onto the podium before whispering," Now you look like my woman."

Narrowing her eyes at the gloating voice, Jeannie followed Christopher onto the center stage seething on the inside. For once, she would like to get the upper hand over him.

She sat by him quietly, like the perfect trophy while he spoke to the Press and played the perfectly besotted prince. Crossing her fingers under the table, Jeannie thanked the lord that she was not sitting facing him. She was sure she would be nauseated if she had to look at the fake expression directly. Or even worst, laugh out loud.

Since she was not very good at lying, she was immensely relieved that she did not have to participate. Until a woman reported directly asked her," Miss Jeannie. Prince Christopher has repeatedly been telling us that he fell for you because you are very different from the other women that he has met over the time that made him fall for you on your very first meeting?"

A sly smile graced Jeannie's face as she got the perfect opportunity to retaliate at the prince. Boldly leaning forward she replied to the reporter," Prince Christopher is but a man. On our fist meeting, I asked him to take off his pants."

The entire room fell into a pin drop silence and even the light flashes from the numerous cameras stopped as people stared in shock. Jeannie saw the Prince's ears turn a bit red and leaned back nonchalantly. It wasn't a lie after all.