Cristelle was not facing him. She faltered a bit as she heard Micky’s voice, but she soon resumed buttoning Jasper’s shirt again.

Jasper noticed her hesitation. One of his hands balled up into a fist.

“Friesley, come to my office,” Linford said coldly.

Cristelle put her hands down, “I’m still doing my job, Mr. Bradley. Could you summon me later?”

The silence in the studio was intense. No one dared to make any sound.

Linford had been seen on the front pages with Miss Friesley ...