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CHAPTER 80: The Media Circus

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A few nights ago, just after Mia dropped Zac off at his condo after his birthday hangout, he stood still for a moment, watching as her car disappeared down the garage ramp. His mind was still half in the night—Mia's laughter, the chemistry between them—when the sharp click of heels echoed against the interlocked grounds.

Then, in a flash, he turned.

He saw Bella walking toward him as if she was on a catwalk, dressed in a fitted beige coat, knee-high boots, her usual confidence masking her expression.

Her red-lipped smirk was the same as ever—sharp and tempting.

“Hey, Zac,” Bella tilted her head slightly.

Zac clenched his teeth. He was not in the mood for this.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was low, his tone cold.

Bella’s eyes crawled over him in slow motion, from the black jeans to the fitted t-shirt and sneakers. Her smirk faded just a little. “So, this is how you dress now?” She made a small, dismissive gesture. “Not bad, though.”

Zac crossed his arms, already irritable. "Wha
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