The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar!-Chapter 121: Miles Wallace’s Gratitude

With a sense of superiority, Justin Morgan became even more excited: "Thankfully, I urged the staff to make a call, otherwise everyone would have died here!"

He slightly raised his head, full of superiority.

Jessica Young had never seen someone so shameless, speaking as if he had saved the world.

"Do you still have the nerve to say that here? Don’t you even think about who caused this? If you hadn’t insisted on moving forward, how could we have encountered the venomous snake? The production team advised you so many times, why didn’t you stop, nearly dragging us all to die with you!"

"Moreover, you actually pushed Miles Wallace out to save yourself, and then focused only on your own escape, not caring if Miles Wallace lived or died! If it weren’t for... Maya Monroe coming over, do you really think you could have escaped? And you boast about making a phone call. If Maya Monroe hadn’t rushed forward to fight the snake, would you have waited for the director to come? You would have died in the wilderness already!"

When mentioning Maya Monroe, there was a hint of unnaturalness in Jessica Young’s expression, but the fact that Maya saved them was undeniable.

Jessica Young’s words were sharp, and Justin Morgan gritted his teeth, his lips trembling: "You... What do you know! I wanted to go forward, so I did. The production team guaranteed nothing would happen, yet there was a snake, it’s their problem! It’s got nothing to do with me! In the face of danger, wouldn’t everyone think of running! Miles saved me, but at the time, we were both entangled with the snake, wasn’t pushing Miles the best solution? Is it necessary for both of us to die to the snake?"

He felt no remorse for his actions and still held his head high.

Jessica Young pointed at his nose: "Can’t you have a little shame! Others save you, yet you nearly got them killed! And now you’re here shamelessly taking credit!"

"Who are you calling shameless? At that time I couldn’t move, wasn’t it natural for Miles to save me? Isn’t it right for a junior to save a senior?"

Perhaps feeling guilty, Justin Morgan added another sentence: "At most... at most, I’ll help him more in the future!"

The two had been at odds from the start, and now they fell into another dispute, exchanging sharp words, neither willing to back down.

Maya Monroe had just taken a sip of water, her delicate lips moisturized.

Hearing the argument not far away, Maya Monroe couldn’t help but frown, and her icy gaze shifted over there.

Maya Monroe wasn’t sure when others felt their worst or were the most irritable, but she certainly felt it when she was tired. Once she was too exhausted to even move a finger, her tolerance would rapidly decrease.

As the argument nearby continued, Maya Monroe’s head buzzed.

"Shut up!" Maya Monroe’s voice wasn’t loud, but the irritation and fury within it made it impossible to ignore even in the somewhat noisy environment.

Justin Morgan immediately fell silent, his eyes instinctively looking over at Maya Monroe, only to meet her icy glare. He shivered all over, his legs trembling incessantly, his inner fear not much less than when facing a vicious snake.

Justin Morgan hurriedly lowered his head, reverting to his turtle-shell-like demeanor, not daring to say a word.

Jessica Young watched in astonishment from the side. When did Justin Morgan become so afraid of Maya Monroe?

Actually, Jessica Young herself was a bit afraid of Maya Monroe now.

Someone who could easily subdue a ferocious snake, how much more a person who couldn’t even truss a chicken?

Maya Monroe already had a bad temper, and now Jessica Young realized she also possessed good skills.

It’s best not to provoke someone like that.

Jessica Young cleared her throat twice, then shifted her gaze to another direction.

The noise finally subsided, and Maya Monroe felt much more relaxed, the agitation in her chest dissipating somewhat.

Her hand unconsciously reached into her pocket; when irritated, she always wanted to suck on a candy, but it wasn’t appropriate to take one out now, so Maya Monroe could only grab a piece of grass nearby and put it in her mouth to barely curb her itch.

An unexpected figure suddenly appeared in her line of sight, his light golden locks particularly dazzling, with delicate and noble features reminiscent of a castle prince.

His slightly oversized white T-shirt was stained with dirt, yet it did not detract from the arrogance between his brows. A silver skull necklace still hung around his neck, coldly glinting.

Maya Monroe’s impression of Miles Wallace became clearer once again, only Miles seemed quite proud and didn’t like to talk, often keeping a distance from her. So what was happening now? Why did Miles suddenly appear in front of her?

Maya Monroe looked at him, a blade of grass in her mouth, without speaking.

In her heart, she couldn’t help but sigh that youth is indeed wonderful. Miles had rested so quickly and showed no signs of fatigue.

Miles sat directly next to Maya, right on a patch of weeds, yet he had lost his usual cleanliness obsession.

Perhaps because of the light, his azure eyes exuded a gentle hue like that of a lake.

His features were as if painted, with a complex expression: "I..."

Maya Monroe, seeing he hadn’t said anything for a while, couldn’t help but feel impatient: "What do you want to say? Why the hesitation?"

While escaping earlier, Miles had been distracted, and now with this hesitant stance, Maya Monroe found his image no longer as aloof as it was when they first met.

Miles was taken aback but wasn’t angry. He slightly lowered his brow, his expression becoming more serious: "I’m really grateful to you. If it weren’t for you, I fear I wouldn’t have escaped."

Seeing his serious and troubled look, Maya Monroe thought he was going to discuss something important, but it turned out to just be gratitude.

With his head slightly bowed, Maya Monroe couldn’t see the slight brightness in his eyes, like a lamp suddenly lit in the silent night.

Maya Monroe nodded, accepting it candidly.

Maya Monroe’s expression and behavior were completely unexpected for Miles Wallace. He had imagined various reactions from her, maybe she’d humbly accept, or perhaps be smug, but instead, her expression was so cold, unwilling to say a word more.

Miles wasn’t a talkative person, and faced with the current situation, he felt at a loss for a moment, his earlobes tinged with a faint pink.

Miles sat beside Maya for a long time, deep in thought: "Do you... have anything you’d like to say to me?"

"Huh?"

Maya Monroe thought Miles just wanted to sit beside her and enjoy the scenery, who knew he’d suddenly ask her this.

Did she have anything to say? She was so tired she didn’t want to move, let alone say anything.

Maya Monroe shot Miles a sidelong glance but didn’t speak.

Miles didn’t have much presence in the plot, perhaps because his career was mainly in singing, with little involvement in the acting industry that the heroine, Kiki Monroe, was in, so for this top star, the author only gave a brief mention.

When the cameras were rolling, Maya Monroe sometimes enjoyed getting close to Miles to provoke his fiercely supportive fans. But now that the cameras weren’t running, what was she supposed to do?