Return of the Lost Heiress

Chapter 452

Wolf was grinning on the other side of the wall, practically buzzing with excitement.

Wynter considered asking the staff for directions, but she had no idea that the camera was on her. The directors and audience saw only a young lady perched atop a motorbike.

She had one foot pressing against the ground to help her maintain her balance on the bike and one hand on the handle. Her free hand was busy typing out a text message.

Whoever it was she had texted, she seemed to have gotten no reply. She tapped her slender fingers against the handle, drumming a slow rhythm. Her profile looked flawless under the lights.

The camera lingered on her, reluctant to pan away. She was beautiful, like an aloof temptress or a siren. Her eyes were dark and depthless, and she had a small mole under her eye.

When she looked up, the comments section went wild.