The moment those words left his lips, every head in the studio turned.


    All eyesnded on a strikingly handsome man, dressed in a charcoal-gray suit with a dark tie-formal, elegant, and effortlesslymanding. On anyone else, the look might have seemed stiff, but on him, it radiated casual confidence and unmistakable authority.


    From the instant he walked in, every gesture drew the room''s attention. Even the cameras and spotlights seemed to chase after him, leaving everyone else in the audience to fade into the background.


    There was something about him—an air of superiority that made it clear to everyone: this man wasn''t ordinary.


    And indeed, he wasn''t.


    Onstage, the host Nicol''s earpiece crackled with a sudden message from the producers.


    "Victor Fitzgerald is here! Don''t waste this chance!"


    Nicol, known as the top interviewer in the business, actually shivered at the news.


    He whispered urgently into his mic, "Wait-THE Victor Fitzgerald? Heir to the Fitzgerald Group? What on earth is he doing here?"


    "Apparently, he''s here for Isadora. Word is, it''s a ssic love triangle. If you y your cards right, Nicol, your ratings are going to skyrocket."


    Excitement washed over Nicol. He couldn''t hide the thrill in his voice as he addressed the crowd.


    "Wow! What a treat for our ''Pulse News'' audience tonight! Please join me in weing Mr. Victor Fitzgerald!"


    The revtion sent a jolt through the studio. The audience erupted in shouts and apuse as they realized the city''s most eligible billionaire was in the room.


    Even the live broadcast viewership soared-from nine million to thirty million in a matter of seconds.


    On stage, Isadora caught sight of Victor and froze, momentarily stunned. She had no idea why he was here or why he''d chosen to make such an entrance.


    Beside her, Terrell''s expression darkened, his eyes clouding as he watched Victor approach.


    The audience buzzed in excitement.


    "Who would''ve thought we''d get to see Victor Fitzgerald-the heir to the


    Fitzgerald fortune-on a regr talk show? This is wild!"


    "He looks incredible. Even in a simple suit, you can tell the guy''s built like a Greek god."


    "But why is he here? Didn''t he just


    tell the reporter to ask him about et


    Isadora''s feelings? Oh man, are we about to witness a love triangle unfold live?"


    "Too bad Isadora''s already expecting Terrell''s child. Even Victor Fitzgerald might be toote."


    "Honestly, if I were pregnant and Victor Fitzgerald showed up for me, I''d pick him in a heartbeat!"


    Victor strode confidently onto the stage, his long legs eating up the distance, moving as if the spotlights were meant just for him.


    Instead of taking the open seat beside Terrell, he sat down right next to Isadora, his arm casually draped across the back of the couch behind her His posture was rxed legs crossed, utterly at ease.


    From every angle-whether from the audience or the cameras-it looked as if he


    was wrapping Isadora protectively in his embrace.


    Victor nced at her, his dark eyes lingering. Under the lights, hershes looked impossibly long, her gaze lowered in thought.


    He leaned in, his lips close to her ear, his voice low and intimate.


    "Why didn''t you tell me about the interview today, hmm?"


    Suddenly, the scent of cedar and pine enveloped her his scent-making her cheeks flush.


    Isadora wasn''t used to this. She


    wasn''t a celebrity, and she certainly wasn''tfortable being the center of attention under the re of so many cameras.