"I’ll handle this, you don’t need to worry about it." Mason held the little person in his arms, gently patting her small head.
It was just like smoothing the fur of an animal...
Bella Green awkwardly turned her head away, climbed out of his embrace, and sat on the other side of the sofa, looking uncomfortable.
"No need, I can solve it myself."
Her distant and courteous manner made Mason a little displeased.
"Well, I guess I should get going?" Bella stood up, ready to move towards the door.
"Do you think, if you go back by yourself, what are the chances you’ll get home safely?" The man leaned on the sofa, speaking leisurely.
Bella was taken aback, naturally pointing at the door: "Elliot will take me back."
Mason seemed to hear something amusing, his lips curled with coldness: "Why should my man drive you?"
Upon hearing this, Bella’s cheeks flushed red, feeling both embarrassed and angry. Was this man deliberately trying to embarrass her?
"The only people who can have Elliot as a chauffeur are me, or my..." Mason stopped abruptly here.
My man? That’s not right...
My woman? That’s not damn right either!!
After a while, he continued, "Or the wife of the president of the Nathan Bennett Group, so what status do you have to let him drive you?"
It finally dawned on Bella that this man was cleverly forcing her to give him an answer?
Why can’t he speak directly, always in a roundabout way...
"I can go back by myself. I can’t believe Fiona Grantham’s fans could really do anything to me."
Mason lounged on the sofa, his tone laid-back.
"Every celebrity has a few brain-dead fans, and especially Fiona Grantham, has a lot. Earlier this year, an actress who accidentally injured Fiona on set was nearly drenched in acid at her doorstep the next day."
Bella Green: "..." Are these really brain-dead fans? This is freaking psychopathic, isn’t it?
Thinking about what Daniel said when she was leaving, turns out he really wasn’t just trying to scare her!!
Bella covered her cheeks, angrily standing there without moving for a long time.
Mason looked at her and smiled slightly.
With a face full of awkwardness, Bella walked over, extending her hand: "Hand me your phone."
Mason obediently handed over his phone.
Then, Bella took the phone and sat on a single sofa on the side.
"You work, don’t mind me." She said a bit uncomfortably.
Mason gave her a deep look, then stood up and indeed went back to work.
He feared that if he really pushed too hard, this little thing might run off despite the risk of getting drenched in acid.
Bella, holding that pitch-black phone, sneaked a glance at Mason, and seeing that he had indeed started working, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Holding his phone, she downloaded Weibo, and then logged into her newly created account.
Upon accessing it, seeing the screen full of 999+, Bella’s face turned completely black.
It’s thanks to this man’s phone’s performance; otherwise, it would have crashed, wouldn’t it?
Bella had an obsessive compulsion to eliminate each of those red circles, but overwhelmed by the sheer amount of messages, she eventually gave up.
She didn’t need to think about what those private messages said, she could guess, so she didn’t click on any of them but posted her first message after registering on Weibo.
[Wondering why Actress Fiona exited the crew?]
Her fingers tapped the screen, composing a sentence, then she tagged Fiona Grantham, hitting the send button.
Then she waited on the sofa.
The angry curses from the netizens below were ignored, she was just waiting for Fiona Grantham’s response.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Fiona Grantham responded to her Weibo.
Looking at that Weibo post, Bella curled her lips with a cold smile.
[Brother Bella asking , aren’t you being a bit of a bully? I’ve already left the crew, why press so hard?]