Agnes stammered, "Justin, let go of me! Everyone is watching."
Justin chuckled, "We've been in the gossip columns before. What's there to worry about?"
Agnes was annoyed by this carefree Mr. Justin.
He was just as unpredictable as he was all those years ago.
Agnes was helpless, but the cameras were already flashing endlessly.
Agnes figured there was no point hiding, so she confidently joined Justin on the red carpet. After all, she was heading inside anyway.
Agnes held Justin's arm, acting as his date.
Though Agnes wasn't in a ball gown, her business attire on the red carpet was commanding enough.
Even though she once worked in the entertainment industry, the industry was ever-changing. One moment of inattention, and one could be forgotten.
Four years later, nobody knew who Agnes was. They assumed she was a new starlet that Justin's company was promoting, pairing her with Justin to boost her profile.
This was a common strategy in entertainment companies.
Justin was moving unusually slowly, pausing every few steps for the media to get their shots.
This was not his style. He usually breezed through like a gust of wind.
Agnes gritted her teeth and hissed, "Justin, can we pick up the pace?"
Justin quirked an eyebrow. "I'm so handsome. It's only fair to let the common folk admire my stunning looks."
Agnes nearly retched, "I know you're upset I left without a word, but don't punish me like this. Can we move along? I'm a special correspondent and need to get inside early."
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