Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 11: Framed!

"Oh really? It looks like it’s not just your head that’s hurting, your hand seems to be in pain too?"

The two security guards had already let go of Maeve Lane; now she’s holding a piece of paper... it looks like a prescription.

Sylvia Lane, recalling what Maeve Lane had just said, imdiately felt a wave of panic, "No, I... it doesn’t hurt anymore."

Because of her sudden movent, Sylvia’s face was clearly captured on cara.

Mona York tried to block the view, but Sarah Sutton, quick on her feet, exaggeratedly shouted, "How can your face change color like that? Sylvia Lane!"

Maeve Lane ignored her and leisurely walked to the cara, "Is it still live streaming?"

"Yes... it is."

One reporter answered.

Good heavens, this girl really isn’t afraid of anything; not many would dare to confront a popular star directly like this. Her ntal fortitude is truly impressive.

If she made one wrong move, it would be all over for her.

Sylvia Lane’s heart was about to leap out of her chest; clearly, the slip was just given to her by the doctor.

The doctor’s advice was "no need for hospitalization," just a minor adjustnt for the bones, and no signs of injury on the face!

No one knows how Maeve Lane managed it!

But Sylvia Lane never expected Maeve to go and get another one!

"That’s good then." Maeve Lane unfolded a diagnostic slip, paused for a few seconds in front of the cara, then tossed it to Sylvia Lane.

After a few seconds of silence—

—"I can see clearly now, Sylvia Lane is framing this Maeve Lane, isn’t she?"

—"Could it be any faker? Didn’t you guys see what’s on the towel? I screenshot it! Sylvia Lane really is a two-faced b***h!"

—"That’s so disgusting, treating a newbie without much fa like that, Maeve Lane was nearly ruined by Sylvia Lane."

—"I can’t imagine my idol working with such a green-tea b***h! Run away, brother!!"

Sylvia Lane’s fanbase fell silent collectively, and soon, all the comnts turned into—

"Brother, run away!!"

"Idol, leave! Let’s not shoot this film anymore, Sylvia Lane is so disgusting!"

"Best Actor Fairchild, run!!"

Maeve Lane’s popularity was far from rivaling Julian Fairchild’s; she was quickly overshadowed.

But many people still noticed her.

—"I didn’t even dare to speak just now; when Maeve stepped forward, my heart skipped a beat for a second, she’s truly stunning!!"

—"Exactly, when I saw people saying Maeve is jealous of Sylvia, I found it hilarious. With Maeve’s looks, it’s only a matter of ti before she becos famous!"

—"I’m ready to beco a fan! That beauty and those long legs! I stan Maeve!!"

—"Does she have a Weibo? I want to follow her! From start to finish, Maeve was so composed, she truly has an aura of coolness and pride."

—"Yes!! She’s so gorgeous! That ample bust, slender waist, and long legs with those sort of cold eyes—who wouldn’t be captivated?! This contrast is just deadly cute!!"

—"Say no more, I’m starting to crave Maeve’s body!"

After Maeve finished speaking, she wasted no words, grabbing Sarah Sutton’s wrist before leaving.

Sarah Sutton, suppressing her excitent, waited until they were downstairs before saying to Maeve, "Maeve, you’re amazing, how did you instantly know that her face injury was fake?"

Maeve put on a black mask, her fox-like eyes hinting at mischief, "It’s a skill; when I hit people, I never leave marks."

Sarah Sutton: "..."

Sarah Sutton: "Dear girl, you an from your own experience?"

"Yeah."

Maeve rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "Maybe I’ve hit too many b***hes, developed a knack for it."

Sarah Sutton: "..."

"Now that you say it, I’m really curious about your past."

Maeve’s eyes seed to drift out of focus.

Sarah Sutton was about to ask what was wrong, when she saw a man walk up to Maeve.

His eyes were solely on Maeve.

Julian Fairchild’s tone was cold, "Co with ."