My Naughty Fiance's
Ms. Scandals

"Oh, fuck. Why was he here," swiftly, Helli turned his body, walking towards the door he had passed through earlier.

"Who? Why are we turning around? We have to get in, Helli. You've made a mess outside. For a while avoid journalists, and indoors is a safe position for you. Journalists are not allowed in." Nicky held Helli's hand. The woman was sure that tomorrow there would be news about the glorifying gaze Helli cast on Glend blatantly. Nicky, as Helli's best friend was also very surprised by the woman's taste. Why should an old man?

"The alarm alarm has sounded. We have to get away, Nicky!"

"What does it mean, speak clearly."

"The pervert bum."

"Did?"

"God! Why does your brain work so slow!" Helli growled in annoyance. "The slum that blasphemed my lips, remember? He's in the sin." Helli looked back, "Oh, my God, he even headed this way. Save me, Nicky. It's pekaka!" Helli immediately covered his face and pulled Nicky out of there. Meeting Gavin is a bad sign!

"Not necessarily he'll come to you, Helli. It seems he is working. Ouh, Helli, that handsome guy turned out to be a waitress." Helli turned his head back. Seeing Gavin talking to the guests who happened to pick up the drink that the man was carrying. Helli just realized that Gavin was carrying a tray with him.

"But if noticed, the man you call a tramp is pretty handsome, Helli."

In his heart, Helli confirmed the words of his friend. Starting from the shape of the face, posture, to the haircut Gavin, really not suitable as a bum. The man had such a luxurious and awesome power.

"That's just a trick, sheer camouflage!" Helli convinced himself. Some people are created with fancy visuals, right?

Gavin, who felt he was being noticed, tilted his head and his eyes immediately turned to a pair of grey beads whose owners immediately turned their faces away. Gavin nosedived his eyebrows, and he withdrew from the invited guests.

"Come, we gotta go, Nicky! Oh my God, protect me from the bad luck that may be stalking me."

Helli ignored the man's call. Helli pulled Nicky's hand out to quickly pass from there.

"Hey, Ms. Scandals?"

Whats? What did that man call me? Exorbitant!

"Who is he calling?" Nicky asks while adjusting Helli's steps that are twice as wide as usual as if Gavin is one of the debt collectors who is eyeing him.

"You think, in this place, are there any guests involved in the scandal, Nicky?"

"I guess not. All are honored guests."

"It means I'm the one called the tramp. Ms. Scandals, huh? Keep going, don't look back, Nicky. Ignore the slum."

"I suspect he's following rumors about you. Ms. Scandal, my God, I want to laugh at that."

"Laugh, there's no prohibition." Helli rolled his eyeballs with a puff.

"Pretend not to see me, Ms. Scandals?" Gavin stood before them with a sickening grin, according to Helli. She bit her inner lips so as not to utter any words to serve the man.

"Excuse me, what do you call me?" Helli tried as calmly as possible even though in his heart, he cursed and cursed. After the flamingo, now the guy just casually calls himself the miss of the scandal? Huh huh? Helli managed to control himself, acting unfamiliar even though their lips had once been fused together. But that very day, Helli decided that the man before him was a disaster.

"Champagne?" instead of responding to Helli's question, Gavin offered him a drink.