Chapter 2 Fiancée


    Fiancée?


    Paparazzi looked each other and started pressing their shutters again.


    “Liam Croft! Didn’t you engage with Mia Cavendish, the daughter of the boss of Cavendish Property


    Group? Amber Currie is my girlfriend! Stop it!” Oliver Stein was panic to find the drama started to run


    out of his control.


    Amber Currie was impressed by the sense of security given by this tall man.


    So that was his name—Liam Croft.


    Liam cast a cool nce at Oliver: “Amber is your girlfriend? Ask her again.”


    Amber turned over and looked at Oliver. This handsome face, smeared with nose blood of his own,


    was rather hideous yet funny-looking.


    Was this man the sweetheart she loving for four years? Why on earth he sold her out to set up Liam


    Croft? On all ounts Oliver Stein had never loved her for sure!


    Her heart was burning in sadness when all the sweet memories and loving whispers were falling apart,


    proven by this dirty trap as nothing but lies.


    Tears started to run down again against her will. Amber cleared her throat and tried to control her voice:


    “Liam, who is this ridiculous man? Send them out. What a shame to ruin our beautiful night!”


    Her hands, trembling and icy cold, held Liam’s arm to keep herself from falling down.


    Journalists stood gazing at one another, totally dumbfounded.


    It was Oliver Stein who offered them the exclusive that President of the Watson Group was going to


    fuck a girl student, on the top of a generous “thank-you” reward of 4000 dors for each of them to spot


    this “break-in” funny business.


    The scandal of the boss of the Watson Group, what a perfect gossip news for Page Six! Not to mention


    the inviting offer of 4000 dors—anyone would jump at the opportunity though Liam Croft was indeed


    a difficult guy.


    Who would know they ended up with such an ugly moment?


    “I said, get out.” Liam said, poker-faced, his voice deadly quiet. However, everyone present felt a


    shudder running through their veins.


    Amber nced at him confused. What an unfathomable man—coolly self-possessed in front of so


    many cameras.


    The paparazzi rushed away, dragging the begrudged Oliver with them as well.


    When the room quieted down, Liam walked towards the bedside ottoman straightaway and started to


    put on his shirt.


    A glimpse of his strong chest and abdomen awoke Amber to a panic attack.


    In a hurry, she put on her down jacket left in a corner and gave back the ck coat to its owner. “Mr.


    Croft, thanks for your coat.”


    Buttoning up his shirt with one hand, Liam took over the coat with another.


    ck cashmere highlighted his slim, powerful fingers, tanned, healthy skin and his short, well-polished


    finger nails.


    Liam went on to reached for his trousers on the ottoman without any intention to shun her presence.


    How embarrassing!


    Amber flushes bright pink: “I should go now. Bye!”


    “Let’s make a deal?” Liam stopped and turned his eyes at her.


    His eyes, shadowed by a prominent brow ridge and heavy eyebrows, intense and prating.


    “Pretending to be your Fiancée? I already did.” Amber responded instantly.


    “No, be my real finance. We willunched the news tomorrow and get marry one monthter.” Liam


    said with studied understatement and perfect self-assurance.


    Amber inhales sharply and stared at Liam into his eyes: “Why are you so sure that I will ept your


    offer?”


    “You hate that man, right? This is a good chance to take your revenge.”


    Liam’s voice, so charming and masculine, only to rm Amber more.


    No wonder he said “Amber is your girlfriend? Ask her again.” He had figured out her thought already


    Discreet, discerning, so good at taking advantage of others’ weakness.


    A total schemer and control freak.


    “Only a nominal and legal couple. I will not touch you. As long as you live in my apartment in the three


    months before the wedding, you can do whatever you want, even including dating someone else.” Liam


    said with pure certainty, “otherwise we will both fall infamous.”


    So true! Who would believe that she was set up by her beloved boyfriend? A naked woman and a man


    in bath towel in a hotel room alone at mid-night. Who would believe their moral innocence?


    Damn it!


    Liam’s mouth quirked up at her frustration, “You have one night to consider about it.”


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    He gave her a business card. “Call me when you have made up your mind.”


    Amber Currie would call him.


    He was sure about it.


    *


    Reeled from all the drama, Amber stumbled out of the room. She tucked his card deep into her pocket


    as if it would bite.


    On her way to the elevator, Amber caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the window.


    Oliver Stein!


    He had the cheek to wait for her at the gate of the hotel!