Chapter 119: Chapter 114: Responding and Causing Trouble Again
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In the evening, Alia Miles finished her al and returned to her room, where she spent the rest of the night browsing the internet for the latest gossip.
The sight of all the abusive comnts was like a happy stimulant for her.
She kept reading until she was tired and ready to sleep. Only then did she stop browsing the comnts.
However, when she returned to the hot search page, she noticed that it had been updated.
A new hot topic titled [Morris Responds] appeared on the list.
Alia clicked on it.
She saw that Morris had posted on Facebook: [I’m working on the storyboard manuscript and was too focused to know about the big news today. First of all, I want to wish you all a happy new year. And then… I guess I’ll have to figure out how to tell you that @Daisy Zane and @Flynn Ninevara are the sa person.]
Morris had indeed been working on the storyboard manuscript when the scandal broke, but he waited until now because he spent ti drafting dozens of posts, all of which he thought were not good enough; in the end, he went with the first one.
Alia looked at the post and felt as if she were hallucinating. She quickly exited the page and refreshed the hot search.
Within monts, the hot search topic climbed to number three.
And more related topics appeared alongside it.
[Daisy Zane and Flynn Ninevara are the sa person.]
[Ninevara has been exposed.]
[Flynn Ninevara’s face revealed.]
Alia clicked on each one of them.
Inside, there were those who doubted and didn’t dare believe it, but the overwhelming majority were stunned.
One topic even had nothing but question marks and exclamation points in it.
Alia sat up on her bed, her sleepiness gone, and refreshed the page again, not wanting to give up easily.
Now, a response from George Dunn appeared.
[How do I gently break it to you all that I made a show with Flynn Ninevara?]
Beneath, he posted a picture of a handwritten title, “Fall of the Quince”, along with a smug emoji.
Nowadays, any artist caught in a scandal could be blacklisted.
Just before the New Year’s, “Fall of the Quince” finished filming, and then Daisy Zane’s scandal broke out.
Director Nash had been closely following this incident, worried about whether his unfortunate show would be able to air.
When Morris posted on Facebook, Nash was still in shock. After all, Flynn Ninevara was like a divine presence in their circle, and everyone wanted to benefit from his fa.
Only when George Dunn posted on Facebook did he snap out of his stupor.
First, he left a comnt with twenty-two question marks.
Then, ten minutes later, he added another comnt: [You all conspired to deceive us in the drama crew! You have no conscience!!]
Sitting on the bed, Alia stared at the screen, her head lowered.
Her hair kept falling forward as she looked down.
She angrily brushed her hair back, pulling out several strands in the process.
Her eyes were dark and venomous, as though they could tear open the dark night.
“How could Daisy Zane be Flynn Ninevara? She never even went to school; how could she write anything like his works?”
Snapping back to reality, Alia quickly found soone to ssage and opened their chat. She first sent them so money and then typed out the sentence she had just muttered to herself.
She added: [Just go with that and push down those comnts. Daisy Zane couldn’t possibly be Flynn Ninevara.]
The recipient quickly got to work upon receiving their paynt.
In just one hour, the majority of the comnts got pushed up.
[How could Daisy Zane and Flynn Ninevara be the sa person? This is probably a plot by Flynn Ninevara and Morris to help her clear her na.]
[Daisy Zane didn’t even go to school! How could she write anything like that? What a joke.]
[Flynn Ninevara’s scripts are so grand in scale. How could an uneducated, countryside girl who knows nothing write sothing like that?]
[This is obviously a strategy to clear her na; only an idiot would believe it.]
[Flynn Ninevara and Morris have known each other for years, and since he doesn’t want to show his face anyway, why not just claim to be Daisy Zane?]
[If Daisy Zane really is Flynn Ninevara, why wouldn’t she act in her own script and instead go star in another show as the supporting female? This doesn’t make any sense at all.]
After reading these comnts, Alia went to bed peacefully.
On the other hand, Morris and George Dunn, who thought the issue had been resolved, were thoroughly unable to sleep because of the comnts.
Allonzo Hobson couldn’t sleep either.
“I really underestimated their shalessness. How can they question like this?”
As Juan Wright tapped the keyboard next to him, he said after a while, “Young Master Hobson, I followed an ID and hacked into a team of paid trolls, and then a woman nad…Alia Miles.”
“Alia Miles?” Allonzo Hobson said, “So, it’s her who is causing trouble.” Juan raised his hand and made a cutting gesture at his neck: “Do you want to take her out?”
Gazing at the night view outside the French window, Allonzo Hobson suddenly flashed a smile and said, “Organize all the information and send it to John Anderson.”
“John Anderson?” Juan, who didn’t know much about the structure of Truro City, asked.
“The boss of Truro Maple Elite Entertainnt, and Alia Miles’s fiancé,”
Allonzo Hobson explained. “Although I can’t think of a way to prove that Flynn Ninevara and Daisy Zane are the sa person, Miles won’t be let off the hook either.”
“Understood.” Juan typed quickly again.
Compared to their chaos, Daisy Zane’s side was much more relaxed.
First, they discussed Flynn Ninevara’s alternate account in their group chat while Daisy Zane was out of signal. Two of them even went to catch up on the show overnight.
Then Holt Lawrence checked the information and handed it to Daisy, leaving it up to her to handle it.
They had always followed instructions without taking any action on their own, so as not to disrupt her plans.
While many people in the Imperial Capital couldn’t sleep, Kevin Clark and Daisy Zane were already lying in bed chatting in Cold Green Village.
With the experience of one night, the two of them had obviously adapted much more as they lay down tonight.
Because of the cloudy weather, it was a bit cold at night. Daisy even covered Kevin’s side with the quilt.
“Are we really going back tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” Daisy Zane was looking at the script on her cell phone.
Before she ca, she had downloaded the electronic version of the script for the next show directed by Charles Lee.
“Just co back and have a look,” Daisy said, “We have to leave sooner or later.”
Lying on his arm, Kevin said, “When I said I would co back with you anyti at noon today, I ant it. I wasn’t just being polite.”
Daisy Zane glanced at him, “I know.”
Kevin felt that she was perfunctory in her chat with him: “What are you looking
“Script.” Daisy Zane moved her phone closer to him, “It’s for my next show.” Kevin and her looked at it together for a while and asked, “This ti, you’re a female general.’
“Yeah,” Daisy Zane comnted, “she has a bumpy life. Smooth career but heartbreaks whenever it cos to love.”
“There’s still a love line.” Kevin said leisurely.
“Three love lines,” Daisy Zane said lightly, “The first two are very difficult, one for national hatred and one for family feud. It’s not until the end that she ets her prophesied emperor. The two go through countless difficulties before they finally get together.”
Kevin almost didn’t hear what she said later, only hearing “three love lines”: “Will there be physical contact? Are there kissing scenes? Are there scenes that are more intense than the kissing ones?”
Daisy Zane paused for a mont before looking at him.
When their eyes t, Kevin’s gaze held a mixture of reproach and dominance. But eventually, the dominance faded away as he gently said, “You don’t need intimate scenes. It’s not a romance drama. There are many ways to express feelings. You don’t have to kiss and cuddle.”
Daisy still stared at him.
“Your scripts also have very few intimate scenes,” Kevin said, “When two people are in love, they can tell by a single glance, right?”
“You’ve watched my shows?”
“Yes, I’ve been catching up.” After saying that, Kevin insisted, “It can be done without intimate scenes, right?”
Daisy was really susceptible to Kevin’s submissive attitude. He could see through her and knew how to hide his dominant side in front of her.
As they looked at each other, they smiled softly, with Daisy agreeing, “Okay.”
Hearing her consent, Kevin also smiled. He took her cell phone, turned it off, and placed it on the table. Then he grabbed her hand, placed it under the quilt, and covered her: “It’s getting late, we have to get up early tomorrow. Go to sleep.”
“The light isn’t off.” Daisy said lazily.
Kevin didn’t want to let go of her hand, “Can I just hit it with a book?”
Daisy looked at him and was about to get up herself.
Kevin pressed her shoulder: “I’ll go, don’t move.”
He got out of bed to turn off the light, and after lying back down, he groped for her hand under the blanket and gently said, “Let’s go to sleep.”
Daisy moved her fingertips as though she was going to withdraw her hand, but she suddenly clutched it tighter, “Hold it for a while.”
She didn’t move again and closed her eyes.
Before falling asleep, she was thinking that Kevin must be taking advantage of being good-looking and having a pleasant voice, so she was so lenient with him..
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