Caelmoor Court.
The place was swarming with reporters.
Outside the main gate, the reporters were packed shoulder to shoulder, all cameras aimed at a black van-everyone dying to catch the exact second Sebastian stepped out. That shot alone would blow up online like crazy.
Inside the van, Ms. Woods turned around and asked, "Mr. Richards, should we send security to hold them back? The livestream's already trending; I'm worried it could hurt your reputation."
Sebastian brushed his palms down the crease of his slacks and replied coolly, "No need."
The driver opened the door. He buttoned his suit jacket and walked straight toward the building. Flashes lit up the sky behind him.
"Mr. Richards, are you going through with the divorce?"
"Is it true you two have been living apa
