“I can’t be bothered to explain,” Noah Smith said.

“It’d be bad if people started spreading rumors of us being in a relationship,” Catherine Batton said.

“I don’t mind,” Noah said.

Catherine was speechless.

“Did you watch my debut performance?” Noah asked.

“Yeah… I did… You’re pretty good. I like your stage name too. It sounds great,” Catherine said.

Meanwhile, Noah was sitting in his sapphire-blue Porsche parked within the vice president’s residence. A glimmer of light appeared in his eye