Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 221 - 185: Hold My Hand Tight! (Part 2)

To her, they were also strangers.

Very few people would say such vicious things to her face; perhaps the screen gave them a false sense of security.

But... if it really started to bother her, there were quite a few ways she could handle it.

"You really are suited for the entertainment industry." Sarah Sutton chuckled, sincerely saying, "I’ve managed many artists and seen many who’ve become big stars and still care deeply about these nasty words... But you seem heartless. If this were ancient times or a fictional kingdom, I’d think you’d been poisoned by some unfeeling curse."

She was speaking from the heart. Whether it was love or other emotions, Maeve Lane seemed innately less sensitive than others. Having been with her for a long time, Sarah felt like she’d believe it if, one day, Maeve told her she wanted to leave the industry and become a recluse...

Maeve Lane lightly curled her lips and closed her eyes gently, saying, "I just think it’s unnecessary. Don’t you find maintaining relationships exhausting? I’d rather be alone than with a few people."

"I can see that." Sarah smiled. "So what do you plan to do next?"

"No need to do anything. We’ll wait for Sylvia Lane’s response. I’ll just memorize my lines for now." Maeve didn’t let it concern her too much; expending too much effort on Sylvia Lane was simply not worth it to her.

Sarah didn’t quite grasp Maeve’s intentions, but soon, the reversal of tone on Weibo answered her confusion.

...

Julian Fairchild walked to the doorway, his eyes deepening, hand lifting before lowering again.

It wasn’t until Maeve Lane opened the door that her gaze aligned with his.

Maeve was a bit startled, hiding what was in her hand behind her. "What are you doing here?"

Julian’s jaw was tight, his voice deep as the sea, "Are you okay?"

"?" Maeve’s expression was somewhat puzzled, "I’m fine."

The man’s uneasy gaze roamed over her for a few moments before settling down. Looking at her, he said, "I’ll help you vent your anger."

Maeve’s mind worked quickly, quickly connecting the dots of recent troubles. She raised her eyelids, saying, "Don’t trouble yourself. This has nothing to do with you."

The makeshift camp was a bit stifling, and Julian Fairchild’s headgear and jade crown seemed heavy yet elegant; every strand of hair was tied up. For any other male actor, such a look would be quite challenging, but on Julian, it appeared natural.

The aura he exuded and the oppressive intensity in his gaze made people feel compelled to submit.

Some people are born with leadership qualities.

The small fan whirred, and under the resting tent, several staff gathered around the air conditioning and fan. Seeing Julian Fairchild, they curiously set their sights on Maeve Lane and him.

Julian looked at her and suddenly took her phone from her side.

Maeve’s hands were suddenly empty, her eyes a bit bewildered, "?"

"What are you doing?"

Julian remained unfazed, saying, "I’ll keep it for you for a while."

Maeve tilted her head slightly, her eyes carrying a touch of confusion, "What does that mean?"

"If you want to use the phone, get it from me." Julian’s words brooked no argument, pocketing the phone before Maeve could object.

His eyes, deep as a cold pond, revealed a hint of unknown emotion, "Don’t take to heart what’s been said online these days. I’ll deal with it for you."

His voice wasn’t too loud or too quiet, nor was it deliberately restrained. Those around who heard it displayed astonished expressions.

At this moment, Miles Hughes suddenly turned his head, smiling gentlemanly, saying to those watching, "Some secrets shouldn’t be spoken of—

"Do you understand?"

The few staff members wisely dispersed.

Certain things are not meant to be shared. Regardless of evidence, dealing with such important figures is easier than squashing a bug.

It’s brutal, but it’s the reality.

Maeve has always been carefree. When dealing with those true and false rumors and gossip, she learned to turn a deaf ear back in high school.

Truthfully, it didn’t affect her.

So, she felt a bit helpless, spreading her tender palm before the man, "I won’t be affected by those things, and besides, even if you took my phone, I could still ask Sarah for one. What’s the point of this?"

Julian dismissed it indifferently, his tone somewhat arrogant, "She wouldn’t dare." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Maeve: "..."

What’s with this justified bullying?

A hot, large hand covered hers. Julian placed his hand on Maeve’s palm, then pressed down, his long, fair fingers interlocking forcefully with Maeve’s fingers, slowly spreading her fingers open.