Chapter 122
Chapter 122:
“Oh yeah, that’s definitely her!”
“She’s even more gorgeous in real life than in the pictures,” one of the staff members remarked.
“For sure, and her presence is so powerful. She doesn’t seem like she’s just nineteen,” another person chimed in.
“Exactly,” someone else agreed.
A voice lowered to a whisper. “But why is she here? Rosita seemed so furious. Do you think Fernanda is planning to sue us?”
“Nah, probably not,” someone responded.
“Who knows? Her fiancé is Bobby Harper. He’s a well-known playboy and has a thing for stunning women. He must be crazy about Fernanda. I bet he’ll have her back, and that could spell trouble for us.”
As the chatter outside grew louder, the door to Rosita’s office swung open. She stepped out, and instantly, the conversation stopped. Everyone quickly lowered their heads to their work, not daring to utter a sound.
Her piercing gaze swept over the group as she walked out.
Meanwhile, on the other end, Fernanda sat in Ector’s car as they headed out for dinner.
“You’re in a good mood today, huh?” Ector asked, noticing the smile that seemed to stay on Fernanda’s lips.
“I’m feeling great, yeah. And I owe you one for bringing bodyguards over. I might still be stuck there if it weren’t for you.”
Ector’s brow furrowed slightly as he remembered what happened earlier, and he couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly happened? That woman seemed like she was ready to rip you to shreds. What did you say to set her off like that?”
Fernanda had no plan to keep it from Ector, so she spoke openly. “I’ve been going through the news from the past few days, and it turns out that Entertainment Today has been the one covering me the most. I have a feeling that someone’s been pulling strings behind the scenes to get them to write all these stories, trying to ruin my reputation on purpose.”
Lɒtєѕτ chɑρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝑛ovє𝓁𝓈.𝑐𝓞𝓂
Ector caught on right away. “You’re trying to figure out who’s behind this?”
“Yeah,” she confirmed.
“So, did you find out who it is?” Ector pressed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles going white.
Fernanda glanced at him and noticed his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed, his body tense.
Feeling her gaze on him, Ector turned to her, offering a forced smile.
“Ector, what’s got you so nervous?” Fernanda asked.
Ector didn’t respond.
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