It was quiet in the private room. Dorian invited everyone to take their seats.

However, it did not take long for someone to curiously ask, "Madelyn, isn't Mr. Jardin your brother? Why does it seem like you're not very close to him?"

It was an intern who said that. She unknowingly had crossed a line.

Clement frowned as he gave the intern a warning look. She immediately sensed something and hurriedly covered her mouth, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to ask that. I won't ask anymore."

Madelyn just smiled faintly. She calmly explained, "It's fine. We were indeed siblings before. But after my father passed away, I didn't really have any relationship with him anymore. Moreover, there's no such thing as a free lunch. There's always a price to pay after taking someone else's things. That was a two-million-dollar bottle of wine... I won't be able to save up two million dollars even if I work at the studio for more than ten years."

Someone asked, "What about the viral news that said you two we