Chapter 229: Chapter 229
"What’s going on with you? Didn’t I tell you before to be a bit more patient? How did you end up getting photographed secretly?"
"I think someone is targeting me. A paparazzo might have gotten into the lounge I mentioned and set up cameras in advance."
Vera Yates’s expression seemed to grow younger. Every additional second could mean another clip about her on the internet.
Some even believe this whole ordeal is staged by Sienna Quinn.
The assistant stood by with her head down, watching Vera Yates anxiously pacing, feeling a unique sense of satisfaction for the first time.
"So what do you suggest we do now?" Vera calmly spoke, although her face looked incredibly frightening.
Someone was deliberately sabotaging her, filming privately to completely ruin her. This alone would make Vera hold a grudge.
If she catches who it is, they will surely pay a terrible price.
"For now, just head home and don’t respond at all. Leave other responses to the company." The manager made the right call for Vera in such a short time.
Vera stood up, glanced at the manager, and said, "Since you already have a plan in mind, I won’t stay any longer. I hope you can handle this matter well."
After speaking, Vera left first with her assistant, displaying arrogance—as if it wasn’t her this happened to.
The manager grimly watched Vera’s retreating figure. After she left, he spat toward her back, "What a piece of trash. Doesn’t she see she’s at rock bottom yet dares to boss me around?"
Though the manager had many complaints, she and Vera’s success were intertwined. For the sake of money, the matter must be suppressed anyhow.
Vera sat in the nanny van, which stopped soon after starting.
Lying in the car, relaxing with closed eyes, she spoke without opening them, "What’s the matter? What’s happening?"
"I... It’s the reporters."
The assistant saw the mass of people outside the car, trembling as reporters aimed cameras at them, pounding on the windows, demanding Vera come out and respond.
Vera abruptly opened her eyes, saw vague silhouettes outside—their vehicle surrounded tightly, making escape exceedingly difficult.
Her face looked exceptionally grim as she reached out for the phone the assistant handed her, ultimately dialing that number.
Nolan Shaw’s voice came through the phone.
His steady tone carried no emotion, everything sounded as usual, like always.
"Where is Stephen? I need to talk to Stephen." The woman’s voice carried a hint of sobbing. Nolan could hear a touch of grievance; Vera and Landon Lawson grew up together, so this incident made Nolan take it seriously. If delayed, he’d be punished.
"Miss Vance, President Lawson is currently in a meeting. What’s happened? I will report it to him."
"I..." Her voice choked as she hesitantly spoke of her situation over the phone, but mostly insisting she was wrongly accused.
Nolan didn’t anticipate something significant happening to Vera during this short meeting.
"Miss Vance, don’t worry; I’ll immediately report to the president."
Nolan knew the matter couldn’t be postponed. After hanging up, he entered the meeting room and whispered about it.
Normally calm and cool, Landon’s expression finally showed a bit of change.
He looked at the phone Nolan handed him, seeing the online video, how Vera slapped the girl in front. Internally, he believed it.
He indeed thought this was the kind of thing Vera could do.
Once perceived as gentle and kind, past actions made Landon disappointed in her, slowly shifting his perception of her.
"First, solve her being surrounded by reporters."
"And the rest? President Lawson?" Nolan inquired hesitantly.
Landon pursed his lips, eyes showing struggle, pondering with closed eyes for some time before finally raising his gaze—his decision was made.
"Don’t interfere in this matter this time."
Hearing Landon’s response, Nolan paused, evidently doubtful. Why make such a choice? This is Vera Yates, after all—the person Landon looked after closely before. How could...
Landon waved dismissively, saying no more. Nolan understood and left the meeting room, setting things in motion.
After that call, Vera quickly broke away from the swarm of reporters.
She watched the reporters outside receive texts one by one, politely clearing the path, her lips slowly curling.
She just knew Landon wouldn’t truly ignore her, right?
From childhood, Landon always cared about her; for the last five years, there was some affection between them.
The assistant sat by, observing everything clearly, face somewhat pale.
How could she forget Landon Lawson? If he intervened, surely Vera would soon know, and then she’d regret it dearly.
Her body trembled incessantly.
Vera looked at the assistant, trembling with fear, and laughed coldly, "You truly are an inexperienced fool. Such a small matter scares you ."
The assistant raised her head, saw Vera’s eyes filled with mockery and indifference, her heart quivered.
Even in this state, Vera still looked down on her—why? Why could this woman hurt her so recklessly?
Lips pressed tightly, preventing any sound from escaping.
Vera wasn’t aware of the assistant’s internal change, fully immersed in Landon’s aid in overcoming the current situation. Discover more novels at novel•fire.net
Now she needed to stay home until everything calmed down outside.
After dropping Vera at her apartment, the assistant immediately left and dialed a number.
"Miss Quinn, I need to tell you something..."
The woman’s voice trembled unceasingly, undisguised fear—fear of power and the unknown. All she could rely on now was Sienna Quinn.