Without connections, a film may not be able to be produced. Stuart was a little reluctant. "The fault indeed originated from our side, but the entertainment industry isn't clean after all. It's a business involving numerous backdoor agreements. Our company is definitely not the worst. There are many other companies with more abhorrent misconduct. It's an irreversible trend. The people behind this must be well aware of it. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, there's something fishy in it." "Where there's smoke, there's fire. Now that we're being targeted, we can only relinquish this company. No matter if it's a lucrative business or not, there's only one option left for us: admit our mistakes right away and make a public apology. Arrange for a press conference as soon as possible to explain it to the public." "I got it." Stuart turned around. When the car arrived at Richards Group Manor, Jepherson did not get out of it instantly. He asked Stuart, "Grandpa and Grand
It did not make sense. Zorion was also mystified by her pregnancy. Returning upstairs, Zorion called his two nephews over. He took out a few boxes of condoms from the nightstand and asked them, "What's going on?" The two children exchanged looks, as though they were considering whether to tell the truth. Zorion became serious. "If you guys don't tell me, I'll check the surveillance footage later." "We poured them out and punctured them with needles," Cedric answered. Zorion paused for a moment and asked with a strange look on his face, "Who told you to do that?" Zorion had to get to the bottom of this. Otherwise, Rossie would misunderstand and think that he taught the two children to do it on purpose. That would be troublesome. Rossie was lying on the bed. She was just fine, but they had made a big deal out of it and the entire Whalen family took her as an important person who needed protection. Zorion also called the two children over and she
"I've no jurisdiction over this issue. I don't care whether there's a need for law enforcement toward the entertainment industry. It's a cycle, and both parties are willing to do it. If anyone is unaware of my way of handling things, feel free to visit Waverly Village and ask around. Right or wrong has never been my concern. Morality is. Although certain people have indeed done something that they shouldn't have, but there was a chance for the victim to refuse. If you quit starring in this film, I believe that you wouldn't have to sleep with an ugly and sinful man. As we all know, when a woman feels inclined to sleep with a man, it's actually a pleasurable activity. However, for money and fame, some people are willing to sleep with strange and hideous men. I don't think that there should be someone to uphold justice for such people. Since ancient times, there has not been a shortage of chaste women. Everyone can go and check it out. As I always say,
Jared got out of the car and walked toward Raeleigh's direction. Upon seeing Jared, Crevor nodded his head at him. Jared found it sarcastic and said, "Do me a favor and stay the f*ck out of this matter, will you?" Crevor's gaze darkened. "Where are your manners?" Jared was about to leave. Hearing Crevor's words, he turned around and stared at Crevor. With an extremely provocative smile, he approached Crevor arrogantly. "Well, my attitude depends on who I'm talking to and you're just a lowly lackey in my eyes. How can I be polite to you?" As Jared spoke, he had already walked up to Crevor, who then laughed. "Only mad dogs keep barking at people everywhere." With that, Crevor turned and left. Jared's eyes narrowed while he watched Crevor's back as he returned to the car. Subsequently, Jared placed his fists behind his back and clenched them. Raeleigh stood by the window downstairs of the company, looking at Jared. She was accompanied by her assistant,
Jared walked to the car and looked inside. Raeleigh happened to open her eyes and saw him looking inside. Raeleigh opened the door and got out from the car while Jared took a step back. Seeing her get out of the car, he turned around and went back to his place. Xanthus went to fetch a blanket and covered Raeleigh with it when he saw her getting out of the car. After that, he brought her inside. "What are you looking at?" Xanthus asked her as she turned her head to look at Jared, who had already gone back. Raeleigh cracked a smile in amusement. "Nothing." Returning to the house, Raeleigh did not stay downstairs any longer. She immediately went upstairs to visit Novalie, who had not been out for a long time. There were servants employed to take care of her upstairs. Novalie had told Raeleigh not to visit her unless she had something important. She also said that every time Raeleigh visited her, it would make her miss Raeleigh even more. Therefore Raeleigh might as
When Ariana arrived at the company the next morning, Raeleigh summoned her into her office. Jared stood outside, unable to hear the conversation inside. Raeleigh didn't want him to hear it either. Raeleigh passed a photo to Ariana, who took a look at it and asked, "Isn't she the girl who took you away the other day?" "It's her." Raeleigh was quite pleased Ariana still remembered Maverly. She had a good memory. "You'll be working there from now on. I've asked around. The hospital is in constant look for volunteers. Of course, they won't be paid. Note that there's a child named Jacian. He has been admitted to the hospital, and he's an orphan introduced by Maverly to stay in the hospital. He needs a caretaker, and I need you to look after him. I'll notify Xanthus; as for Maverly, just get along with her. If my brother asks about you, tell him I've sent you. You can return after Jacian is discharged. Remember to report to me whatever's going on between Maverly and m
Maverly wasn't injured, but her heart raced. Slowly looking up at Xanthus, Maverly wanted to leave his embrace, but Xanthus leaned in, pressing her against the car, making her uncomfortable all over. She couldn't move at all. "Such a klutz." Xanthus fixed his gaze at Maverly, who then nodded and extended her hand to separate them. Only then did Xanthus release her. Breaking free, Maverly left his side hastily and said, "I'm home. You should go home too, Dr. Osteen. Drive safe." With that, Maverly dashed to her villa. At the front door, just as she wanted to enter, she froze, looking down. She checked her laptop to find that its screen cracked. Dumbstruck, she had only barely knocked it. Xanthus hadn't left yet. Noticing the change of her expression at the doorway, he strode to her side. "What's the matter?" "My laptop's broken." Maverly pulled a long face. Her thesis was in it. "Do you have a backup?" Xanthus took the laptop a
Xanthus had made some noodle soup. While he was plating, Maverly drooled, saying, "Looks good." "Thanks." Xanthus placed them on the table, grabbed a couple of spoons, and sat down to have the meal. Maverly gobbled down her food, unladylike. At the very least, she and Cynthia were two opposite ends, but she was, for some reason, the type that got Xanthus feeling strange lately. "Slow down. It's hot." Feeling quite abashed, Maverly flushed. Xanthus handed her a napkin, and she took it over to wipe her lips before eating at a slower pace. "Doesn't your mother cook for you when you're at her place?" "She does, but I haven't gone there for a long while. I do plan on going this year." Maverly was stuffed after emptying her bowl. Xanthus asked her, "When are you going back?" "During the break." Falling into silence, Xanthus ate his soup, taking his time. Meanwhile, Maverly got up and did the dishes. She bumped into Xanthus, wh