Fiona Vaughn gazed earnestly at the elderly man with white hair and beard before her, the pleading in her eyes nearly overflowing.
However, Old Mr. Yates had seen too many women who fawned on the powerful and trampled the weak. Having weathered storms his whole life, he certainly wouldn't change his opinion just because Fiona was somewhat pretty.
The old man leaned on his dragon-headed cane, looking back with a half-smile, his gaze lingering on Fiona's delicate hand clutching his arm.
Fiona realized she was being too forward, and finally, with her heart beating heavily, she let go.
"So… sorry…"
...
"What did you say your name was—Fiona Vaughn, right?"
Old Mr. Yates didn't care much for the entertainment industry, so he wasn't the least bit impressed by Fiona's reputation as the nation's first love. If it wasn't for having seen so many reports in the papers about the Vaughn Family's disputes, he might not even have known her name.
