Chapter 113: His Name
"Melody Monroe cannot be maliciously slandered over this!" Zane Langdon said resolutely.
"I know. Of course we can’t let Miss Monroe take the fall. But you can’t seem too protective of her. The moment you post that clarification, it becomes a direct response. Do you realize what that implies? It implies that you care! And how many people do you think will read too much into your response?"
"Don’t worry. As long as the media doesn’t get involved, this won’t blow up," Sean Coleman said, trying to reassure him.
"How are you planning to handle it?" Zane Langdon asked.
"Tomorrow, I’ll arrange a photoshoot. We’ll use your stunning good looks to win them over. It’s been a while since your last livestream, so we’ll do one for half an hour. Let the fans know that you’re not being harassed on set at all and that everyone is getting along wonderfully!"
"We’ll do the livestream tonight." Zane Langdon didn’t want to wait.
"You... you’ll be the death of me!"
"You have half an hour to prepare."
Sean Coleman immediately shot to his feet, pulling out his phone to make a call and scrambling to get everything ready.
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Melody Monroe was utterly drained by the time she got back to the hotel.
Seeing her in such a state, Talia Mercer immediately helped her to the sofa.
"Melody, what’s wrong? You’re burning up! I just thought you were having dinner with your idol or something! You were gone so long, where have you been?"
"I’m fine. I’ve already taken some medicine. I’m going to take a hot shower and get some sleep."
"Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?" Talia Mercer asked, touching Melody Monroe’s forehead with a worried look on her face.
"I don’t need to." Melody Monroe shook her head.
Whether it was from the fever or the medicine she had taken, she was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open.
"I’ll stay right here with you. If it gets to be too much, we’ll go to the hospital."
"Okay." Melody Monroe nodded and headed for the bathroom.
After her shower, she collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Talia Mercer slept on the sofa while Winter Kane stayed in the outer room of the suite. Neither of them dared to sleep soundly the entire night. Thankfully, around three or four in the morning, Melody Monroe’s fever broke.
The next morning, Melody Monroe opened her eyes, feeling completely drained of strength. Thankfully, the fever was gone, and she felt much better than she had the night before.
Talia Mercer pushed the door open and saw that Melody Monroe was already awake. She quickly asked, "Melody, how are you? Are you feeling any better?"
"Much better."
"I’ve made some-porridge. Is there anything else you want? I can make it for you."
"Just some porridge is fine."
"Okay, I’ll go dish some up for you."
"Thank you."
While Talia Mercer went to get the breakfast, Melody Monroe got out of bed to wash up.
By the time she finished washing up, Talia Mercer had breakfast ready. Melody Monroe sat on the sofa and picked up a bowl of porridge. As she began to eat, she suddenly noticed a white shopping bag sitting off to the side. Inside were some toiletries and medicine.
She put down her bowl and took out the medicine.
The dosage instructions were written on the box. When she turned it over, she found a line of handwriting on the back: "Take your medicine on time. Evan Fairchild."
Her heart tightened the moment she saw his name.
The handwriting was the same as the instructions on the front of the box.
’Could it be? Did Evan Fairchild write all of this?!’
Staring at the note, a strange, indescribable emotion welled up inside her.
"Melody, you weren’t feeling well yesterday, so I didn’t tell you, but let me show you something." Talia Mercer held her phone out in front of Melody Monroe.
Melody Monroe looked at the screenshots and her brow tightened.
"I saw these in Zane’s fan group chat, and I was absolutely furious! Who on earth do you think took these pictures?"
"It doesn’t matter who took them. The objective is clear—they want to use Zane Langdon’s fans to tear me down."