Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Connor took a seat, as Chloe went through the usual introduction routine.

The live stream was already blowing up.

[King of Eldridge! So is he really Connor Sartori?? Oh my God, his looks just hit me right in the heart!]

[Rich, powerful, and handsome. What door did God not open for him?]

[My mom asked why I was holding a fork while watching TV. Turns out, I was feasting my eyes on my crush.]

Chloe began the formal interview. Most of it was about Paradise Resort.

Thanks to her research on the project, she knew it inside out. So, the questions she asked were very professional.

The assistant, who had been on edge, finally relaxed. She looked at the interview script Linda had prepared, which was still in her hand. She was ready to hand it over at any moment but casually tossed it into a nearby trash can.

Chloe's questions were way better than Linda's—professional, in-depth, and sophisticated.

In just twenty minutes, the live stream audience surged to six million.

Finally, it was time for the last segment.

Chloe maintained a professional smile. "Thank you, Mr. Connor, for joining us on Riverbrook TV Station. We currently have six million viewers on our live stream, and they are all very curious about you. Now, we'll take some questions from three enthusiastic viewers, if that's alright with you?"

Connor smiled graciously. "Of course."

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, the backstage team immediately captured screenshots of the questions from the live stream.

"The first question, Mr. Connor, do you have a girlfriend?"

After asking, Chloe felt the question might be a bit intrusive. To lighten the mood, she chuckled, "It seems everyone is really interested in your personal life. If you find the question too personal, we can move on."

"It’s okay," Connor responded, looking unfazed.

The screen was actually flooded with similar questions.

"I don't have a girlfriend," Connor answered directly.

A subtle smile appeared on Chloe's lips.

His answer was just as she expected. Over the past three years, she was certain that Connor had only been with her. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

That's a woman's intuition for you.

But she definitely couldn't consider herself his girlfriend.

What was she then? A lover?

That didn't seem right either.

Lovers at least had feelings for each other. They were both just drawn to the warmth of each other's bodies.

The second question was locked on the screen. "Second question, Mr. Connor, what kind of woman do you like?"

Connor seemed to think for a moment. Then he answered, "A girl who's terrible at cooking, with a mole near her eye."

Chloe felt a stir inside. So, Connor already had someone he liked.

Of course, she wouldn't narcissistically think Connor was talking about her. In three years, she had never cooked for Connor, so he had no idea about her culinary skills.

As for the mole near the eye, she indeed had a tiny mole near her eye, completely hidden under makeup.

Maybe he already had someone he liked, and his initial attraction to her was because, like his beloved, she had a mole near her eye.

The live stream went wild.

[Such a unique preference! My cooking is terrible, and I have a mole near my eye. Mr. Connor, want to check me out?]

[It's obvious, isn't it? It's not that Mr. Connor likes girls who are terrible at cooking and have a mole near their eye, but the particular girl Mr. Connor likes is terrible at cooking and has a mole near her eye.]

[He's got someone special already, huh? The girl Mr. Connor likes must be over the moon. Is this a public declaration of love?]

The third question had already appeared on the screen. Actually, the screen was filled with the same question over and over.

Chloe asked, "Mr. Connor, does the person you like also like you back?"