The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar! Chapter 174: Bloodbath

Rose Adler heard Leo Lancaster’s words and frowned deeply, the anger on her face yet to dissipate; just now, she had a major argunt with Leo Lancaster.

Now, turning the corner, she encountered Maya Monroe, and Leo Lancaster made such a request. Does he really not value her suggestions?

Rose Adler’s expression was grim, but in front of others, she couldn’t directly undermine Leo Lancaster.

Scott’s face wrinkled; he constantly rembered Ryan Spencer’s teachings and the daily reminders: "Brother Leo, this, this doesn’t seem appropriate..."

Leo Lancaster looked over, his gaze like a knife soaked in warm water: "What’s inappropriate?"

"This..." Scott brought Ryan out: "Brother Ryan said Sister Maya now isn’t suitable for any scandals. She, she’s finally managing to clean up her image, if there’s any unexpected incident..."

Just by saying this, Scott seed to recall the dark days, wherever he went, followed by a horde of haters who hurled insults.

"Don’t worry, I promise not to let any gossip that shouldn’t appear co out. Besides... I just want to catch up with Maya."

Scott was in a dilemma for a mont: "This..."

The main person suddenly spoke lazily: "Brother Leo, let’s postpone this for another day; I’m used to being in my own RV, I’m not quite comfortable changing vehicles."

What was there to catch up on between the two of them? Maya knew she wasn’t the original owner, and even possessing mories, she couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t slip up. After all, to so extent, Leo Lancaster was very familiar with the original owner.

"You’ve grown up suddenly, and have many opinions of your own." Leo Lancaster sighed, but there wasn’t much emotion in his eyes.

His voice didn’t sound angry at all, still as gentle as a flowing stream: "Let at least escort you to your car; I’ll be reassured watching you get in."

Maya nodded her head softly.

With so many people outside, what danger could there be? However, what Leo Lancaster said wasn’t much of an issue, she agreed anyway.

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Ian Rowe looked boringly at the scene outside the car window, faintly seeing nurous glances cast in their direction.

The RVs and luxury cars here weren’t uncommon, but billionaire-level luxury cars were still a bit too conspicuous.

"She hasn’t co out yet..."

Vincent Sumrs sat in the driver’s seat, yawning from fatigue: "Hmm... Maybe she’s held up... Don’t they say these celebrities always have tons of issues? Encountering a crowd of fans, they’d probably have to spend so ti juggling them..."

Ian Rowe’s gaze casually stayed on the outside, but suddenly paused, then his eyes narrowed, a hint of gloom flashing through his sight.

"I’ve heard, you know, last ti at the airport there was quite a well-known celebrity..." Vincent Sumrs was still chattering nonstop, suddenly hearing the door open behind him; when he turned to check, Ian Rowe had already left the car.

Vincent Sumrs quickly unfastened his seatbelt, shouting: "Ian, why did you suddenly leave? Wait... Ian, can’t you wait for ? I can’t keep up!!"

The night wind roared furiously, and Vincent Sumrs’ voice was scattered into the air in the next second.

Ian Rowe’s gaze was locked firmly on the figure not far away, unprovoked anger boiling inside, searing rational thoughts away.

He could feel the constant scrutinizing glances from people around; Ian Rowe typically disliked being treated as so rare specin by the curious eyes of a crowd.

Yet at that mont, the thought of searching for her overpowered everything.

"Leo Lancaster, didn’t expect to run into you here..."

The night wind bleak, tousling his hair and revealing increasingly stern features, a tone chilled by the breeze. Yet the faint smile at the corners of his mouth seed unchanged from normal.

Leo Lancaster clasped Ian Rowe’s hand, a look of surprise in his eyes, but his smile had faded slightly: "Ian, are you here to pick up Maya?"

"Maya?" Ian Rowe savored the na, affection in its calling sounding cold, as if spitting ice shards: "I rember you two were childhood friends, right?"

Leo Lancaster paused: "We still are now."

Ian Rowe chuckled lightly: "How foolish of , you still will be in the future."

Leo Lancaster’s expression stiffened.

Ian Rowe didn’t overlook his altered expression, finding in that mont a peculiar calm erging in the heart lted by scorching oil.

Yet his face remained unaffected, still smiling amiably: "Thanks for bringing Maya out; I rember you have plenty of matters to deal with, so we won’t interrupt you."

Every word emphasized ownership.

"...You’re too kind."

Seeing Ian Rowe suddenly, Maya felt her slightly dazed consciousness refreshing, she took this chance to move next to Ian Rowe, wrapping her arms around his waist, rubbing her head against his broad chest.

"Honey, you ca to pick up; I’m really touched..."

So things had long been second nature, like sweet-talking Ian Rowe.

"Did you miss so much that you rushed straight over..."

Ian Rowe looked down at her fluffy hair, couldn’t help but gently stroke it, another hand wrapped around her waist.

Inhaling the fragrance from her, all the irritation seed to gradually dissipate.

He raised his eyes, looking straight at Leo Lancaster: "The night is cold, and she’s afraid of the chill, I’ll take her back now."

Scott shrank next to Maya, inexplicably feeling the surrounding air frigid as if ice daggers were about to fall from the sky.

Leo Lancaster was still in a daze, unable to recover, his gaze sunk.

Since childhood, he’d never heard her acting spoiled like that, like honey from a jar, sweet to the core, entangling the heart entirely making it hard to breathe.

Leo Lancaster lifted his head, a faint smile appearing: "...That’s indeed so, then Ian, you should leave quickly to avoid the chill, Maya’s health is weak, whenever she catches a cold, she needs a few days to recuperate."

"Is that so? I’ve never seen her catch a cold." He said this while already wrapping Maya in the coat he’d prepared if need be.

Maya wasn’t aware of the gamble between Ian Rowe and Leo Lancaster, but as soon as the down jacket was draped over her, she felt stiflingly hot; she imdiately expressed resistance, grabbing hold of the garnt to tug it outward.

"I don’t want to wear this, it’s too thick, uncomfortable inside!"

Ian Rowe didn’t release his hold around her: "Don’t take it off, bear with it; you can take it off in the car."

Maya seed truly calr now.

Ian Rowe once more looked at Leo Lancaster, his gaze hardly mild: "Then we’ll leave first; visit when you have ti."

The mont they locked eyes, sparks seed to ignite the air.

Leo Lancaster’s smile nearly faltered, watching helplessly as Ian Rowe half-hugged Maya away, yet still forced a gentle deanor: "Take it slow on the road."