Honorable artist

Meera, Candice and Mr. Collins was left in the meeting room. The man observed Meera for a while then said:

“I know you're innocent of the accusations…”

Meera’s head whipped up, stunned. It's been a long time since anyone said they believed she was innocent. Before she could rejoice, he broke her bubble.

“... However, I don't know if your womb had indeed been taken out or not.”

“That is not an appropriate topic to discuss with my Miss!” Candice snapped, her brows furrowing deeply.

However, Mr. Collins smiled, “I'm not trying to fish for gossip. I'm just stating what I believe, so she doesn't get it twisted.”

Even with his excuse, Candice still rolled her eyes. She didn't give a fuck about his excuse. Although her face remained how it was - emotionless and unfriendly, she was angry.

Meera quickly got involved, smiling nervously. “That's fine. The media made things up.”

“I see,” Mr. Collins nodded like realization just dawned on him and then, he asked after a while. “The trick you pu