Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 226 - 187: Take the Money and Get Lost!

Mrs. Fairchild almost imdiately knew who Sylvia Lane was talking about and frowned, "Your sister is also a celebrity? Her fans are cyberbullying you?"

"I really don’t understand why my sister would want to harm this way." Sylvia Lane answered with a hum, sobbing intermittently, her breath catching with a sickly fragility. These past few years in the entertainnt industry hadn’t been wasted on her.

"How did she harm you? She’s your own sister."

"My sister sohow found soone whose voice sounds a lot like mine and spread rumors on Weibo saying I instructed soone to pour mango juice into her costics. But I’m her sister; how could I do sothing like that?" Sylvia Lane sniffled and continued, "I know my sister is allergic; I would rather die from an allergy myself than harm her."

"But why is my sister doing this? I just can’t understand. She even wants to make a public response, saying that if the person in the audio isn’t , she’ll quit the entertainnt industry, and if it is , I’ll quit... But once I tell the truth, wouldn’t she have to quit the entertainnt industry forever according to her promise? She’s finally got the job she likes; I don’t want to destroy her with my own hands."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Fairchild’s expression already showed a trace of anger, "She’s forcing you out of the entertainnt industry, and you still sympathize with her?"

Sylvia Lane said nothing more, just continued to cry profusely.

"She bullies you because she thinks you’re easy to push around!" Mrs. Fairchild concluded, softly comforting her, "Alright, take good care of your health. She’s just upset because you’re about to marry into the Fairchild Family and are a beloved big star. Leave this to to handle."

Sylvia Lane perked up a bit, but her tone remained weak, "Madam, she’s my sister, you shouldn’t..."

"Don’t worry, I have plenty of ways to deal with this kind of girl; it’s not like I can’t handle it with just a few words."

Sylvia Lane was secretly pleased, that little dark thought in her heart was firmly hidden away, and she pressed her lips together, saying, "Alright."

...

The ornate carved gates stood wide open, servants in golden-threaded uniforms stood at the entrance, and towering evergreen trees with intertwined roots mimicked the Fairchild Clansn residing here.

This was the old Fairchild residence.

The curtains under the massive European-style arched windows swayed gently in the breeze, dozens of resplendent crystal chandeliers hanging down from the high ceilings.

The elegantly dressed Mrs. Fairchild reclined on a handcrafted luxury sofa, her feet on an imported top-tier Persian carpet, costing an astonishing one hundred thousand dollars per square ter, yet at the illustrious Fairchild residence, it was laid over several hundred square ters for extensive coverage.

With a pampered hand, she hung up the phone and clapped her hands, "Butler."

Butler Forrest, a senior who had been taking care of Faye Forrest’s needs ever since she married into the Fairchild Family, was still agile in his sixties, "Yes, madam."

"Go investigate the ins and outs of the Maeve Lane and Sylvia matter, then report the findings to ."

"Yes."

In less than half an hour, Butler Forrest had downloaded a series of information from the internet, clarifying the whole matter, and walked to Mrs. Fairchild’s side to briefly summarize the events.

Mrs. Fairchild was listening attentively when suddenly her brows furrowed tightly, "Did you just say Julian stood up for Maeve Lane?"

Butler Forrest nodded, saying, "Indeed, young master has backed Maeve Lane."

"Such an obvious deceitful thod, yet Julian was fooled by this woman?" Mrs. Fairchild was very displeased.

To even make a public statent supporting her! This was unlike anything Julian would do!

When had he ever defended soone like this?

The marriage arrangent previously made by the Fairchild Family was between Maeve Lane and Julian.

Julian had always resisted the marriage alliance, showing no interest in Maeve Lane at all, and now his attitude had changed so dramatically...

Mrs. Fairchild squinted her eyes, "This Maeve Lane is really sothing."

Butler Forrest said, "The young master’s attitude toward Maeve Lane is indeed rather ambiguous, having publicly spoken up for her more than once, and I also heard earlier that the young master and Maeve Lane are in the sa film crew. Given such close daily interaction, it’s possible feelings have developed."

What he described was the last thing Mrs. Fairchild wanted to see!

Ever since the incident where the Fairchild Family’s personal attendant and several others accidentally ran into Maeve Lane with that wild man outside the hotel, Mrs. Fairchild’s impression of Maeve Lane had only worsened!

A true lady from a prestigious family should behave with elegance. Unlike Maeve Lane, whom she had once seen from a distance, at Aurelia University High School’s gate, a group of n had whistled at Maeve Lane, and as she turned upon hearing the sound, she saw Maeve Lane.