Chapter 1364 - 1360: Mr. Ji Wants You to Visit the Private Villa
Not long after Chloe Winston opened her Weibo account, the movie emperor Charles Taylor made a rare post, writing only two words: Support. The accompanying picture was of the two of them walking side by side in a vast desert. The photographer deliberately snapped Chloe Winston, a young girl in a stylish black leather jacket, her waist slender enough to be easily held, her lips still holding an unrestrained sweet smile, while Charles Taylor, the movie emperor, became a mere background extra.
Charles Taylor, who hadn’t bothered to update Weibo in ages, surprisingly posted his first message in half a year to back Chloe Winston, especially at a time when she was being universally criticized online, vaguely making a statement against the previous guest Vicky Webb’s Weibo post.
Charles Taylor’s fans immediately erupted.
"Holy cow, why does watching gossip feel like being fed a bowl of sweet dog food?"
"My Great White [Charles Taylor] and Chloe Winston are such a perfect match!"
"I’ll take this bowl of dog food first; here’s to hoping Great White posts more sweetness every day."
"Unconditionally supporting Great White and Chloe; who’s this Yiren anyway? No one knows her, go chill somewhere else."
And under Chloe Winston’s Weibo, there were all sorts of game players being adorable and bashing the haters.
"When are you coming back, Night White Big Bro, to lead us in games? The Rivers and Lakes can’t do without you."
"Great God, look at me! I’m the guy upstairs whose underwear fell off."
"Not only did the person upstairs lose their underwear, but their disguise fell off too, and all their hair is gone—get lost! I’m actually the guy upstairs whose underwear fell off."
"I’m the 10,000th person to have my underwear fall off."
"Cunning green tea b*tch, get out of the Entertainment Sector, Chloe Winston."
"Holy cow, these days haters are ridiculously insane, daring to attack even my goddess! Brothers, let’s go."
The haters were brought to tears by a group of hot-blooded young gentlemen.
One round after another of haters and trolls sprouted out, only to be quickly quashed by fans of variety shows and game players in the oilseed rape fields.
The entire internet was abuzz, with fans vowing to stay up all night and fight to the end.
At the private residence on Fulham Road, Constantine Stewart had been back for two days. The man was in a foul mood, worse than ever before. The entire villa was silent; no one dared to make a sound.
Zheng Gu had been coming to the villa these past two days, thinking Mr. Stewart would transform into a workaholic upon his return. Yet, the man couldn’t even be bothered to glance at the piles of documents over these two days.
Constantine continued his routine of swimming, eating, and exercising at home, seemingly the same as before but also not quite.
"Mr. Stewart, Miss Luo called and asked when you would visit her. Also, the online reality show has been causing quite a stir." Zheng Gu said with some hesitation, feeling that the documents would have to go back untouched once again.
Even though the documents only needed a signature, Mr. Stewart wouldn’t sign them when he was in a bad mood.
Back when Chloe Winston was around, whenever Mr. Stewart was in a foul mood, his young wife would always find a way to cheer him up. Now without Chloe, Luo Yiren couldn’t even get into the villa, let alone try to guess Mr. Stewart’s ever-changing moods.
"Just say I’m busy with work." Mr. Stewart said lazily, his deep eyes casually glancing over his phone, then opening the WeChat group that was previously blocked.
Back when the director, whose name he couldn’t even bother to remember, set up the WeChat group, Constantine sneered. What was this? A group? Constantine Stewart never played with such groups, hardly had any WeChat friends, and joining the reality show was already crossing a line—let alone forming any deep friendships with these guests, ha!
But when the director said every guest would join the group, Mr. Stewart nodded, reluctantly joining because he no longer had Chloe Winston’s phone number or WeChat. Yet, two days had passed, and Chloe Winston still hadn’t joined the group.
"What are people saying online?" Constantine asked Zheng Gu absentmindedly as he scrolled through the group messages, half-closing his eyes.
As Constantine browsed, the group was already a chaotic brawl, and all those who had been lurking came out all at once, even Chloe Winston joined the group.
Director Daniel weakly cried in the group, "Dear Ancestors, please have mercy. Let’s not stir things up online."
"Director, go cry to Luo Yiren. She’s the one who hired trolls to stir up trouble."
"I’m still lying in the hospital," Luo Yiren sneered coldly.
"Chloe has already signed with a management company, backed by the United Kingdom’s Clear Stone Group. Anyone thinking of attacking her should reconsider their weight," Desmond Wood chuckled, seemingly eager for chaos.
While the group was in utter chaos, Zheng Gu methodically explained what was happening online: Mr. Stewart’s ex-wife and his new lover were at odds, with one backed by Starshine Media and the other by the United Kingdom’s Clear Stone Group. The situation was violently turbulent.
Has Delphine Carter signed with a studio? So is she planning to stand up for his ex-wife? Constantin’s eyes narrowed; wasn’t Ignatius Leclair boasting daily about expecting their second child? Does Delphine Carter still have time to meddle in Chloe Winston’s affairs?
Mr. Stewart felt deeply discontented, browsing through Twitter and unsurprisingly seeing the post where Charles Taylor tagged Chloe Winston. Then he saw Desmond Wood say in the group that he brought Chloe to dinner with another man, and the man’s face instantly turned cold.
Constantine Stewart typed furiously and coldly commanded: "Stop it."
The group, after half an hour of bickering, fell eerily silent, with even Luo Yiren not daring to make a peep.
"Go get Chloe Winston here," Constantine Stewart said indifferently.
Zheng Gu saw the man looking down, his refined face partially shrouded in an indescribable shadow, and gave an involuntary shiver, nodding hastily and cautiously asked: "Mr. Stewart, what if Miss Winston doesn’t come?"
Miss Winston is notorious for her fiery temper. Even Mr. Stewart has had no luck at times. Now, after half a year of divorce, he wants to provoke the other party again—it’s not that easy.
"Find a way yourself," Constantine Stewart said as he got up, walking upstairs with cold arrogance.
Zheng Gu had a look of utter despair.
*
Due to the online squabble, the gathering ended abruptly.
The Wood brothers escorted Chloe Winston home, Kyla Zamora drove herself back, and they parted ways.
Chloe Winston had just arrived at her apartment building when Zheng Gu’s call came through.
"Miss Winston, it’s Little Zheng here. There was a property division agreement that went unsigned during your divorce from Mr. Stewart," Zheng Gu nervously laughed.
"I left with nothing," Chloe Winston frowned, coldly refusing.
"Mr. Stewart recently inherited a property worth tens of billions, and an additional agreement needs to be signed for this property," Zheng Gu’s smile stiffened.
"Bring the agreement directly to me," Chloe Winston said coldly, stepping back, ready to hang up, when she saw a familiar Maybach pulling up in front of her.
"Mr. Stewart asked me to bring you to the Fulham Road villa; there are some matters that need discussing in person." Zheng Gu opened the car door with a smile, "It’s about the welfare home’s funding issues."
Chloe Winston paused slightly, her five fingers gripping the phone tightly, her delicate, fair face turning cold.