"Who is it?" Hailey genuinely didn’t realize, and turned her head to look at him blankly. Finn Morgan replied, "Ian Shelby." "..." The girl was shocked, then laughed, "Since when did I like Ian Shelby? I’ve always liked Anton Miller! I even have his poster on my bedside!" Hearing this, Finn Morgan found himself unable to refute, "If he pursued you, would you be with him?" "I’m a fan, not in love." "What’s... what’s the difference?" Finn Morgan, being a straightforward guy, couldn’t understand. "Of course there’s a difference!" Hailey explained to him, "Fan culture is a young people’s hobby, most girls follow celebrities and constantly change their targets; it’s normal, just like people need to eat every day." "So is Anton Miller more important or am I?" "..." Hailey was taken aback. It was so childish, so immature, and yet it came out of the mouth of the usually mature and steady Special Assistant Morgan! "Do you need to think for so long?" Finn Morgan said while driving, glancing at her briefly. "You are important, you are important." Hailey couldn’t help but laugh out loud; she was also feeling very happy. Initially, she had waited all night for his message, only to find news that he had dinner with Melissa Merce, which made her feel really upset. But now, everything disappeared into thin air. She looked at the golden bangle on her wrist, three intertwined, "Does this have any special meaning?" Hailey was touched and gently caressed it, a voice echoed within her heart— When the white Maybach stopped by the riverside, Finn Morgan quickly got out of the car, walked around to help her open the door. Hailey opened the door herself and stepped out with one leg. "Where’s the sense of ceremony?" Finn Morgan looked down at her, patiently saying, "My little princess, put your leg back in." Meeting his gaze, Hailey smiled and retracted her leg. Finn Morgan gently closed and reopened the car door, bending like a gentleman and extending his hand to her, "Please step out of the car, my little princess." This kind of ceremonial feeling is only found in novels. Hailey Hale actually felt it! Her heart was sweet, especially happy to place her hand in his palm, and stepped out with his protection. Finn Morgan closed the car door, put an arm around her shoulders, and walked up the riverbank. But they had only taken two steps when Melissa Merce, with reddened eyes, and Mrs. Sea came towards them! The four of them slowed their pace until they stopped. Melissa Merce watched Finn Morgan with his arm around Hailey’s shoulder, and this intimate gesture made her feel very uncomfortable, "I won’t bless you two." "Suit yourself." Finn Morgan’s tone was indifferent. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel(ꜰ)ire.net Melissa, however, fixed her gaze on the girl at his side, "Hailey Hale, I’ll say this today, you won’t be complacent for long! Because this man won’t belong to you!" "Why are you so obnoxious?" Hailey raised her eyebrows, "Who got proposed to? Who cried their eyes red? Where do you get your confidence from?" "Just because our Monroe Family and the Morgan family have been friends for generations!" Melissa’s momentum did not diminish, "Just because I knew him before you did! I am the daughter-in-law recognized by the Morgan family elders!" Listening to this, Finn Morgan remained calm, his thin lips parted, neither coldly nor warmly saying, "Whoever recognized it, let them marry you." After saying that, he didn’t wait for Melissa to break down; he turned with Hailey in his arms, "Darling, the air over here has become foul, let’s move over there." "You...!" Melissa was infuriated, fortunately stopped by Mrs. Sea! "Miss..." Mrs. Sea was very anxious, tightly holding onto her. Melissa watched helplessly as they walked away together with arms around each other! Her heart felt like it was being gnawed by thousands of ants.