Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 323 - 217: Miss Maeve Lane, the Young Master Awaits You Here_2
Without saying who "she" was, Maeve Lane could deduce it from Julian Fairchild’s tone.
"Mm."
"I heard from Sarah Sutton that you’re going to audition for ’Southern Mountain’?" Julian Fairchild said, "That’s a good choice. You can join the crew, and after finishing ’Southern Mountain,’ take a break. It’ll be about a year."
"By then, whether you like it or not, I will make it public.
Let’s see who dares to risk slandering my people."
Julian Fairchild squinted slightly; this recent incident had left him feeling very displeased.
If it were any other field, he could protect Maeve Lane perfectly.
But in Maeve Lane’s current profession, she faces too many people, of varying qualities, most of whom are impulsive and easily swayed.
Moreover, the more famous you become, the crazier the haters get.
Money isn’t particularly useful here either. Spend too much and you’re labeled a "vase," getting roles through financial backing without merit; spend too little, and you’re accused of being fake, doing a show.
The industry is not short of second-generation rich kids with impressive backgrounds, even those at the very top, but if they don’t appeal to the audience, they’re still mercilessly mocked.
If not disciplined with an iron fist, those negative stories and scandals would only lead to greater backlash, something Maeve Lane couldn’t withstand now.
Maeve Lane watched Julian Fairchild’s brow furrow deeper, as if he was faced with a tricky problem.
"Yeah, I won’t go back on my promise to you." Maeve Lane paused for a few seconds and added, "As for Sylvia Lane, let her be complacent for a while."
"Emotions will rebound." Maeve Lane said calmly, "When the truth finally comes out, the higher she stands, the harder she’ll fall."
Julian Fairchild, hearing Maeve Lane’s untroubled tone, felt the tension in his heart slightly ease.
"I won’t let her stay smug for long." The man’s handsome features were shrouded with a shadow, like an impending storm.
Maeve Lane raised an eyebrow at him, "What are you planning to do?"
"You’ll find out soon."
...
Sarah Sutton was at MS Entertainment discussing strategies with the image and public relations department.
Someone suggested diverting attention, but the problem is that dirt on popular celebrities isn’t easy to dig up.
For many media companies, the scandal or rumor of a celebrity can even seriously affect the company’s stock price, so generally, the management of celebrities is stricter. Even if there is something, there’s usually no evidence left behind.
And to cover up Maeve Lane’s issue, it has to be something with far greater impact than her.
"I have some dirt on rival celebrities, but it’s insignificant and wouldn’t have much effect even if released."
After Maeve Lane won an award, her position in MS Entertainment rose considerably.
The group could vaguely sense that MS Entertainment’s upper management intended to promote Maeve Lane, which is why they held a special meeting for her issue.
"It would be great if we had materials on TS Media’s celebrities." Sarah Sutton sighed, "Sylvia Lane’s company follows a strategy of being controversial to maintain fame; ordinary dirt is useless."
"It has to be something that can blow up the trending searches." A man with blue-framed glasses added.
"Exactly, that’s the best way to divert attention."
Just as everyone was at a loss, an anonymous email suddenly popped up on Sarah Sutton’s laptop in front of her.
She clicked it open.
In the next second, her eyes widened in shock—
"Got it!"
"What is it?" Someone leaned over to look.
"The dirt on TS Media... Jeez, it’s brutal, they’ve been stripped bare." Sarah Sutton quickly browsed through it, logically detailed, which even left her thoroughly stunned.
At the end of the document, a line was marked in red SimSun font:
As family, use at will.
"Damn, what timely help, who sent this?"
"An anonymous email, but they told me to use it as I please." Sarah Sutton thought of someone.
Could it be that Fairchild had Miles Hughes find this?
Soon, this idea was confirmed.
Because Miles Hughes knocked on the conference room door, drawing everyone’s attention instantly.
"The rest is up to you guys."
...
Since Sylvia Lane received Mrs. Fairchild’s forgiveness, she has been spending at least six hours a day at Fairchild Residence.
Although her original intention was to curry favor with Mrs. Fairchild, she still harbored some hope of seeing Julian Fairchild there!
If she met Julian Fairchild there, Mrs. Fairchild would surely help her.
Sylvia Lane calculated well, but she hadn’t had the opportunity to meet Julian Fairchild.
Mrs. Fairchild, supported by her, strolled inside the estate, with the butler following closely behind.
