At that moment, a rotund man was tightly gripping Cynthia's hand, his face plastered with a greasy smile as he spoke to Jeffrey beside him.
"Jeffrey, I'm really curious where you found such a beautiful editor. Cynthia, if you're ever unhappy at F.E., you're welcome at my company anytime. I can even start a magazine just for you and make you the editor-in-chief."
Cynthia frowned slightly, her heart filled with disgust.
The man's grip showed no intention of loosening. His lecherous eyes shamelessly roamed over her, and his repulsive hand occasionally rubbed against the back of hers, even brushing her palm from time to time.
Suppressing her discomfort, Cynthia maintained a polite smile while subtly attempting to free herself with a clever twist of her wrist. But the man clung to her like sticky taffy, tightening his grip instead.
Just then, a strong, firm hand abruptly clamped down on the man's wrist.
Lucien's voice rang out, laced with a hint of mockery.
"Ford, what do you think you're
