The Woman From Hell

I clicked in to see the contents and it was full of photos of me and him from the moment we took a plane to the South Sea at midnight; when we entered the hotel together and spent a whole day together; when we went out to have dinner together; when we had our arms around each other’s shoulders after returning to the hotel...

In short, from the photos that were released, anyone who saw them would think that we were meeting in secret and had even booked a room in the hotel. This was evidence that we could not refute. We were completely indefensible.

The only good thing about this was that the media had not revealed my name, maybe because they were afraid of Theo. The photos did not happen to capture my face directly, and they were mostly shots of my back. However, those who knew me well would know that it was me.

Moreover, there were comments saying that Xander had a sugar mommy. There were also people saying that Xander had won the competition last time because someone was helping him in secret. Some netizens speculated that it was me.

News about a popular star having a sugar mommy

would no doubt be eye-catching. However, not only would this news irk his new fans but also hurt the hearts of his many die-hard fans. I thought of the 60 million fans Xander had. Perhaps many of them had already unfollowed him out of despair.

My heart sank to the bottom. I remembered repeatedly reminding Xander not to be involved in a scandal. Unexpectedly, not only did he get himself involved in a scandal but it was also with me. 2

I finally knew why Theo changed the lock. The misunderstanding only deepened when I recalled the time Xander answered a call on my phone. My head was about to explode.

Heidi had already charged my phone for me. As soon a s I switched my phone on, Xander gave me a call.

When Heidi saw me answering the call, she closed the door and left.

"Wandy, there’s a scandal about us. Did you see it?” Xander sounded excited on the other end of the call. It felt as though he had been looking forward to it for a very long time.

"I just saw it,” I replied listlessly.

"I think the photos are pretty nice. The only drawback is that the headline is a bit too much. How can they call you a madam? Although it’s true that you’re a madam, you look more like a young lady from the photos!" 1

Xander spoke with the same playful tone. He did not take the news seriously at all and was even commenting about the photos. His excitement made it seem as though he was gossiping about others.

I massaged my sore glabella and said, "You're the cause of this scandal. Think of a way to take the news down or all the effort we've put in will go down the drain."

Xander fell silent for a moment, and his tone went back to normal as he said, "I’ll handle it."

"Mm, we'll either hold a press conference to explain it or release a statement via the studio. Regardless of which, we need to explain it clearly. The sooner the better. Make sure no more trouble crops up," I reminded him.

This matter was too hard to deal with. If we did not solve it as soon as possible, then I feared that the netizens would drag me into it. If that happened, it would only be a matter of time before they found out that I was Mrs. Grant. That would no doubt affect Grant Corporation’s image.

The only way to clear the misunderstanding was for Xander to come forward. Although he had signed a contract with Nectarine Entertainment, he owned his own independent studio. It was not appropriate for Nectarine Entertainment to bypass the studio and release a statement themselves. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

As for Theo, I had to explain it to him as soon as possible to clear the misunderstanding.

I did not know when Tyler would come to Salt City. I must seek Theo's help and protection. I would die if I had to go back to living that life. 1

Compared to staying alive, nothing else mattered.

I thought about it and got up to go to Theo's office.

It was cold and dark as usual. Keith was not outside the office, which made the place seem even lonelier.

I knocked on the door. Theo's low and attractive voice came from inside. "Come in."

I gently pushed the door in. He had his head buried in work. His neat and short hair, sharp and distinct eyebrows, as well as sexy lips, paired well with his perfectly carved face.

It had been days since we last met and he seemed much more handsome now. Looking at him from above, I could feel my heart beating wildly. I remembered how I felt the first time I saw him. My heart had throbbed the same way.

He looked really serious when he worked and did not even look up. I stood there in silence.

"How are things being handled?” After a while, Theo asked. He probably thought I was Keith.

"Theo..." I spoke hesitantly.

He was stunned. His bland countenance was suddenly frosty as his entire being exuded a stern aura. He looked up at me, his bottomless pupils tinged in frost.

"Uh, I can explain about the hashtags. There’s a reasonable explanation for every single photo you saw. Many things happened in between. The photographer deliberately published those photos to cause misunderstanding," I quickly explained, ignoring his sudden change of countenance.

He raised his brow as his features grew even colder. H e asked in a deep voice, "Is there also a reason why you were sleeping together?"