Spoiled by the Silver Fox

Sebastian frowned as he texted back, "Clear them out."

However, the driver texted back with mixed emotions, "Sorry boss, the crowd's full of onlookers snapping pics. Too many of them, can't shoo 'em away." Sebastian immediately understood.

He asked, "Where's she grabbing a bite?"

"At a fast-food joint."

Sebastian's lip twitched in disbelief. Was the young lady sure she wasn't stirring up trouble?

Driving a sports car to a fast-food restaurant?

Sure enough, Stephanie was the talk of the town on major social media platforms before long, trending on Twitter and Tik Tok alike.

People were abuzz, wondering which tycoon's daughter or pampered wife was behind the wheel, driving a flashy car for a $15 meal. She was the epitome of down-to-earth. Coincidentally, Stephanie's latest TV series "The Nine-Tailed Fox" was a hit at the moment, earning her a legion of devoted fans.

Soon enough, her followers recognized her and were ecstatic, praising their girl for being so grounded.

They even invited her to hang out together next time when she wanted to eat fast food.

After her meal, Stephanie planned to head to the studio to pick up Emily from Ashley's place.

But no sooner had she returned to her sports car than a swarm of journalists, tipped off about her whereabouts, surrounded her.

Caught off guard, Stephanie found herself in the middle of an impromptu interview.

"Ms. Bishop, I'm the entertainment reporter who interviewed you last time!" one journalist called out.

Stephanie seemed to recall, answering with a puzzled expression, "Uh. Is there something you need?"

"Ms. Bishop, may we interview you?"

Stephanie furrowed, "But I'm on my way to pick someone up."

"It'll only take five minutes of your time, please."

"Alright then."

"So, Ms. Bishop, what's it like to pop out for fast food in a sports car?"

Stephanie's mouth twitched as she replied, "I don't really see it as an experience, Sebastian just gifted me the car, and I've never driven it before, so I took it for a spin. I just happened to be hungry and stopped by the first diner I found."

"Wow, that's amazing! President Ingram sure spoils you, gifting you such an exquisite sports car."

"Is it expensive?"

"It's a limited edition! You didn't know, Ms. Bishop?"

"Er. I'm not really into cars. Sebastian gave it to me, so I just drove it."

The crowd was at a loss for words.

They couldn't help but think, did President Ingram always spoil his fiancée like this?

She wasn't even married to him yet!

Then, a reporter asked, "Ms. Bishop, how many cars like this has President Ingram gifted you?"

Stephanie thought for a moment,

"About seven or eight. I haven't counted them exactly. Sebastian mentioned he's ordered some more that haven't been delivered yet."

The onlookers gasped at her response.

The young lady before them had honest eyes, and her sincere demeanor while responding to their questions made them believe she wasn't flaunting her wealth-she

was just answering hones

"Look, I really have to go. I need to pick up Emily."

"Who's Emily?"

"My sister. Excuse me, please."Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Stephanie genuinely wasn't used to being interviewed on the streets.

Mr. Finnegan had advised her before, if she wasn't sure how to answer a reporter's questions, just be truthful. After all, no one could fault her for speaking the truth.

Stephanie took that advice to heart. So every time the press approached her, she instinctively told it like it was.