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The man before her was impeccably dressed and strikingly handsome, as if he had just stepped out of a classical painting. But the moment he spoke, Cynthia was pulled back to reality.

“Stop acting like you didn’t enjoy it,” Cynthia said calmly, not embarrassed at all.

Wearing high heels, she wandered in the house and glanced around curiously. Then she discovered that the layout here was almost identical to Greenfield Villa.

Jonathan stood up and walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her slim waist. His lips lingered near her ear, his voice laced with a certain ambiguity. “Why did you come to me last night?”

In truth, Cynthia regretted it. She didn’t want to be entangled with him any longer, but she had sought him out yesterday and even slept with him.

Cynthia turned around, cupping Jonathan’s handsome face, and gave him a light peck on the lips.

“Of course, it was for the interview. See? Didn’t you just walk right into it?” She smiled brilliantly, like a rose in full bloom under the scorching sun, igniting something deep inside him.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow and replied coolly, “If you don’t want to letting you go easily this time.”

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As soon as he finished the sentence, he kissed her ceaselessly. It didn’t take long before Cynthia found herself pressed down on the couch. “Stop it. I have an interview later. My makeup will get ruined,” she said.

Jonathan, barely restraining himself, replied in a hoarse voice, “Let’s meet at Greenfield Villa tonight.”

Cynthia seemed to consider for a moment. “Alright.”

Jonathan frowned. “You were just as quick to agree last time.”

Cynthia chuckled. “Don’t worry. This time I won’t stand you up.”

The office was connected to a large conference room. Cynthia entered through the internal door, arrived, she was already seated inside.

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She gave a small nod, and the interview team began preparing efficiently. In no time, everything

Lilian’s former assistant hurried over, handing Cynthia a stack of papers. “Cynthia, these prepared for the Paradise Resort segment.”

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Cynthia didn’t even glance at them. “Put them away. I won’t be using her notes.”

The assistant looked worried. Yesterday, Lilian had stolen Cynthia’s credit, thinking she could take her place. She had also prepared a stack of carefully crafted questions, meticulously reviewed by the entire team.

The assistant assumed Cynthia was refusing the notes out of spite. However, today’s interview was live. If anything went wrong, there would be no way to fix it.

While Lilian was in the wrong, this was a special situation, and the assistant thought Cynthia should prioritize the bigger picture. But with Cynthia refusing to take the notes, the assistant was at a loss.

Once Jonathan entered, the interview officially began.

News of the event had been announced early through official channels, so as soon as the live stream started, thousands of viewers flooded in, and the numbers continued to grow.

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[Everyone knows that Jonathan Bennett is the son of the wealthiest man, but no one has ever seen him. I’ve heard that many media outlets, both domestic and international, wanted to interview him, but his first public appearance is at the small Roncrity News Network.]

[RNN has really made a name for itself. The staff at BCB must be livid.]

[Who is this interview host? I love her looks; she’s both sexy and graceful.]

[Haven’t you heard of Cynthia Jones, RNN’s rising star? She’s from Midday News Insight. Her hosting style is professional and sophisticated; I really like her. Finally, my favorite host is getting recognized.]

[I heard she’s the one who played golf against Jonathan. She made a hole–in–one to secure the interview.]

As Jonathan slowly walked into the interview room, the camera instantly focused on his face. The live stream fell silent for a second before bursting into excitement.

[Who is this hot guy? I need to know everything about him in the next minute.]

[Oh my god, I can’t believe there’s actually someone so handsome in this world!]

[I can tell at a glance–this is my future husband.]

Jonathan took a seat, and Cynthia began with her routine introduction. The live stream had already exploded with

comments.

[Jonathan Bennett? It’s really him? Gosh, he’s exactly my type!]

[Rich, powerful, and handsome–this guy is simply perfect.]

[My mom asked me why I’m drooling while watching TV, and I told her it’s because I saw my favorite.]

The interview officially began. Cynthia’s questions were mostly about Paradise Resort.

Because of Yates Construction, she had studied the project thoroughly and almost knew everything about it. As a result, her questions were highly professional.

The assistant, who had been worried, instantly relaxed. She glanced at the interview notes from Lilian that she was still holding, ready to pass over, and casually tossed them into the nearby trash can.

Cynthia’s questions were far superior to Lilian’s–more professional, in–depth, and sophisticated. In just twenty minutes, the number of viewers in the live stream surged to six million.

Finally, it was time for the last segment, and Cynthia wore a professional smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Bennett, for accepting our interview. We currently have six million viewers, all curious about you. Now we will select three questions from the viewers through screenshots for you to answer. Is that okay?” she asked.

Jonathan smiled graciously. “Of course.”

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the backstage team immediately took screenshots of the questions from the live stream. The first question, Mr. Bennett, do you have a girlfriend?” said Cynthia.

After asking, Cynthia felt that the question somewhat invaded of his privacy. To ease the atmosphere, she smiled and said, “Mr. Bennett, it seems everyone is very curious about your

personal life. If you find it offensive, feel free to skip to another question.”

“It’s fine,” Jonathan replied, appearing quite gracious. In fact, the screen was flooded with questions like this.

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“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Jonathan answered succinctly.

Cynthia smiled subtly. His response was within her expectations. She was quite certain that she had been the only woman by Jonathan’s side in the past three years. It was a woman’s intuition

But she certainly couldn’t consider herself his girlfriend. Cynthia didn’t know how to label their relationship. It didn’t seem like they were lovers, either. Lovers typically had feelings for one another, but they only craved each other’s bodies.

The second screenshot appeared on the screen. “The second question: What kind of woman do you like?” Cynthia asked.

Jonathan seemed to ponder for a moment before answering, “A woman who can’t cook and has a mole at the corner of her eye.”

Cynthia was a bit surprised that Jonathan had already fallen for someone.

Of course, she didn’t narcissistically believe that he was talking about her. After all, she had never cooked for Jonathan in the past three years, so he had no idea what her cooking skills were like.

As for the mole, she did have a tiny one at the corner of her eye, but it was completely unnoticeable with makeup on.

Perhaps he has loved someone since long ago. Did he choose me initially because I looked like the woman he loves, with a mole at the corner of her eye?‘ she pondered.

The live stream exploded with comments again.

[What a niche preference! I can’t cook, and I have a mole at the corner of my eye. Jonathan, would you give me a chance?] ner of my eye. Jonathan, would you give me a chance?]

[Can’t you see? He’s not describing his type, but the specific woman he likes.]

[So, Jonathan already has someone in his heart? The woman he likes must be incredibly happy; is this a public confession?]

The third question also appeared. There was no need for a screenshot because the same questions filled the screen.

Cynthia asked, “Does the person you like also like you?”

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