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She was not one to sit idly by. Since she couldn’t figure out what was going on, Rong Yan quickly changed her clothes, casually put on a hat to cover most of her face, and left.
Only a few people knew she was staying at Kangfei Hospital. Reporters would block her at KT Entertainment if they wanted to interview her.
Rong Yan exited the hospital through the back door, hailed a taxi, and said to the driver, “To the Huashuo Building, please.”
Nick Studio was located in the Huashuo Building.
“Sure, heading to Huashuo, right?” The taxi driver pressed the meter and headed towards the city center.
Half an hour later, Rong Yan got out of the car in front of the Huashuo Building.
Bathed in sunlight, the towering 60-story building was majestic and spectacular, with the pedestrian street below lined with upscale cafés and music bars catering to white-collar workers during their breaks.
Rong Yan had intended to go directly to the studio to find someone, but unexpectedly, she saw the person she was looking for downstairs.
“Welcome,” said the host.
Rong Yan pushed open the door of the music bar, and a suited waiter
immediately greeted her with a smile, “Hello, madam, just one today? Are you here for a meal or just a drink? Let me find you a seat.”
Rong Yan, eyeing the man sitting by the bar, declined the waiter’s offer,
“Neither, I’m looking for someone.”
“Uh.” As the waiter stood there confused, she strode confidently towards the only man sitting at the bar drinking a cocktail.
Rong Yan pulled out the barstool beside him and sat down. Turning to the bartender, she said, “Sorry, could I have a glass of lemon water, please?”
The bartender, who had never seen guests at the music bar drink lemon water, gave her a curious glance before going to pour her a glass.
Soon, a glass of lemon water was placed in front of Rong Yan.
Rong Yan swirled the glass and took a sip of water, showing no intention of speaking first.
She could keep her composure, which gradually made the man sitting next to her uneasy. He tipped back his head and downed his Bloody Mary in one gulp. Placing the glass down, he started, his smile stiff and insincere, “Miss Rong seems quite at ease. The internet is in an uproar over this, and you’re not worried about being weighed down by negative gossip and unable to continue in the industry?”
Rong Yan set down her glass and looked at him with clear, direct eyes, quite frankly, “I am worried. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have come looking for you, Mr.
The man addressed as Nick was slim, with sharp and distinct features, looking very young. One couldn’t tell that this young man of mixed heritage was a powerful PR master who could call the shots in the entertainment industry.
Rong Yan had seen his interview on overseas news and had just recognized him at first glance outside.
“I actually have just one thing to find out from you. I saw the statement and the lawyer’s letter that your studio posted online to help me. I don’t have the clout to recruit someone like you, so I want to ask, who asked you to post it online?
Can you let me know?”
She had suspects in mind but wasn’t sure.
The deep blue eyes of the man in front of her rested on her. Rong Yan could clearly feel that he didn’t like her very much, and what’s more, he was harboring a deep hostility.
It was strange. It seemed like the first time she was meeting this man, known as the king of PR, yet why was he looking at her with such a strong dislike and scrutiny?
Rong Yan felt as puzzled as a confused monk.
Nick had had enough of the woman before him. The chill on his handsome face deepened, his blue eyes as cold as ice, even his eyelashes seemed to emit a frosty air. He didn’t answer her question and, with extreme impatience, asked, “What’s your relationship with West?”
Rong Yan was caught off guard by the English name and didn’t react immediately.
“I agreed to help you because two people sought me out and asked me to get you through this tough time. One is West, and the other, I’m not at liberty to disclose. You tell me first, what’s your relationship to him..”