Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 363 - 230: I’m the One She Loves Most (Part 3)

She took a deep breath, grabbed her phone from the bedside, and opened the app store. She hesitated for a mont, "It’s called Weibo, right?"

A software popped up in the search box, and she tapped download.

After installation, Mrs. Fairchild registered an account and then searched for the na Maeve Lane in the search box.

Soon, a series of entries caught her eye.

#Why is Maeve Lane so arrogant?#

#What kind of people like Maeve Lane#

#Thousands demand Maeve Lane leave the entertainnt industry!#

Mrs. Fairchild felt like she had found allies, her gloomy mood sowhat improved, "These netizens aren’t blind; this arrogant Maeve girl is indeed annoying everywhere!"

She happily lay down and started browsing these comnts.

But she hadn’t scrolled for long when she saw a comnt—

"It’s fine as long as we know Maeve’s good qualities. No matter what, as long as there’s no evidence, we won’t believe the rumors! We won’t doubt you, Maeve, fly boldly, we will always follow you!"

Everyone below supported that notion.

"Started with her looks, stayed for her character. Maeve dares to love and hate, she owns up to everything she does. Compared to those vain peers, she really is like the moon, cold, proud, unique, but also gentle! Love you Maeve!"

"Don’t believe the rumors, use your eyes and heart to see and feel. I believe those who spread rumors won’t end well!"

"I’ve never liked anyone like this before; I’ll always support you, Maeve, don’t be afraid, we are your backing!"

Mrs. Fairchild frowned, how could anyone like soone like Maeve!

Shouldn’t everyone hate her except Julian Fairchild?

What’s wrong with these fans?

With her curiosity piqued, Mrs. Fairchild went to Maeve Lane’s Weibo and found the fan group ntioned by the fans.

But there was a threshold to enter.

As the grand lady of the Fairchild Family, Mrs. Fairchild had never known obstacles. She lavishly bought a hundred endorsents of Maeve Lane, then, with screenshots in hand, smoothly entered the fan group.

She had to see what kind of charm potion Maeve had fed these people!

...

The next morning, Maeve Lane moved to Ardoria with Julian Fairchild.

Regarding Sylvia Lane’s disappearance, Maeve was rather indifferent. Mrs. Fairchild had already stepped in, so she liked Sylvia Lane so much, could she not let her go if she was caught?

However, after these few months, Sylvia missed the best chance for a coback. Not having any activities for half a year is a huge blow to a traffic star.

Maeve’s schedule was packed tightly; as Sarah Sutton said, even if Sylvia ca out again, her popularity wouldn’t be as high as before. The entertainnt industry’s speed of renewal is swift, not to ntion catching up with Maeve.

Ever since the spotlight passed, Maeve had received countless invitations. Black or red, being talked about is still fa. The more she’s criticized, the more her fans defend her. Plus, Maeve’s acting skills were undeniable, many producers saw her potential; after all, danger and profit coexist.

Sponsors and endorsents were all personally overseen by Sarah Sutton. Once her schedule was confird, Maeve had to fly here and there again.

Now, in a rare mont of leisure, she lounged on the sofa watching TV. Keane, after dressing himself, slung his backpack on and mimicked Julian Fairchild with a smile, "Sister, I’m off to school now."

Maeve rose to check his backpack, kissed his forehead, and laughed, "Mm, listen to the teacher."

Keane was a bit excited, his cheeks rosy, "Sister, can I call you Maeve from now on?"

"Hmm?" Maeve expressed her confusion.

"Maeve is so gentle, I want to marry Maeve in the future! The teacher said I can’t marry my sister, so I won’t call you sister, okay?" Keane said quietly.

"Stop dreaming, she’s mine."

Before Maeve could turn her head, Julian Fairchild wrapped his arm around her waist, and his practiced grip left her both amused and exasperated, "Why didn’t you make a sound?"

"When talking to your ’little darling,’ how could I be noticed?"

"Hey, Julian Fairchild, isn’t that too much? I just said it once last night, how many tis have you repeated it now." Maeve pretended to sniff, "That’s quite a strong vinegar sll."

Keane hugged Julian Fairchild’s leg, his little face scrunched, "Bad uncle, put Maeve down!"

Julian Fairchild raised an eyebrow aningfully, "Little brat, do you know what ’wife’ ans?"

A hint of confusion flashed in Keane’s eyes.

The man nonchalantly bounced Maeve up a bit, with a confident touch of boastfulness, "She can have many little darlings, but I’ll certainly be the one she loves most."