Third Person's POVAt those words, the gathered media swarmed forward.Cameras were hoisted high, flashes popping relentlessly at the still-closed car doors.Just then, the door swung open."Alpha Mortimer—"But when they got a clear look at who was stepping out, the crowd's high-pitched excitement died down for a few seconds.It wasn't Mortimer and his wife; it was the Davis family.Calming down, the reporters finally noticed that the Bentley's license plate didn't belong to Mortimer's usual ride.Vivian stepped out of the car, practically swimming in a heavy, elaborate evening gown."Hello, everyone." Vivian waved at the reporters with a brilliant, practiced smile.They recognized her quickly—wasn't this the Davis family's precious daughter? The one who, not too long ago, tacitly played along when people assumed she was Mortimer's wife?The reporters exchanged glances, a spark of gossip-hungry curiosity lighting up their eyes.They couldn't help but wonder if anything juicy would go
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