Once in the car, Dylan asked, “What kind of movies do you like?”

Imogen replied, “Anything except romance. I love fantasy adventure, horror—pretty much everything else.”

Dylan chuckled. “Don’t most girls like romance films? Do you have a favorite celebrity?”

“Nope. I’ve never really admired actors. I prefer those who’ve made great contributions to the country and society.”

For someone of her status, it would be easy for her to encounter a celebrity she idolized. She could sign them to her family’s entertainment company in a heartbeat and have them work for her.

Dylan nodded. “I see.”

It was no wonder she liked to don disguises and roam the world. She must have watched too many fantasy adventure films and dreamed of being a heroic swordswoman.

However, Dylan was wrong.

Imogen wore disguises for two reasons. First, she could not reveal she was a Doyle, afraid it might affect the family’s reputation. Plus, as a noble heiress, everything she did was constrained and her family had