Nicolette Hols didn’t know when she caught up, her tall figure blocking Rebecca Quentin’s path.
It seed like she had never seriously looked at Rebecca Quentin before; Nicolette Hols stared at Rebecca Quentin intently, her gaze finally resting on Rebecca’s beautiful but bloodless face.
"I really can’t believe you are Howard Geoffrey’s ex-wife."
Rebecca Quentin’s eyes were still dim; she didn’t respond.
"Becca, are all those things reported in the newspapers and magazines true? Did you really..." Nicolette Hols couldn’t finish the harsh words.
"Coco, why are you asking? The facts are already there!! If the magazine’s reports were false, why would she be living so low-key among us? She’s Howard Geoffrey’s ex-wife, anyone with such a status would want the world to know. It’s only because she did sothing disgraceful that she doesn’t dare show herself truthfully..."
Nicolette Hols shot back at the colleague who appeared out of nowhere, "I was asking Becca, not you."
"Tch."
After the colleague walked away, Nicolette Hols’ gaze returned to Rebecca Quentin. Although she was reassessing Rebecca, her look wasn’t filled with the sa accusatory questioning as others. Instead, she quietly stepped aside to make way for Rebecca.
Rebecca Quentin should be grateful that, although E Weekly Magazine had a large circulation, it was only dostic, so the uproar it caused was, at most, this current situation.
Rebecca Quentin didn’t even know how she got ho. When she ca to herself, she was already slumped powerlessly on her own sofa.
Her phone began to ring repeatedly...
Displayed on the phone screen were all unfamiliar numbers, undoubtedly interview calls from various dia outlets.
Rebecca Quentin simply turned off her phone and lay down on the sofa.
With her eyes closed, the words she didn’t want to hear reverberated in her mind once again.
Knock, knock —
The sound of the doorbell rang out.
Rebecca Quentin kept her eyes closed and didn’t respond.
Soon, another wave of doorbell rings ca, followed by an endless stream of doorbells...
Rebecca Quentin could already imagine how reporters were blocking the door to her suite, but suddenly, the doorbell stopped, replaced by a familiar pattern of knocking.
Rebecca Quentin still ignored it...
But after a while, soone opened the door from outside.
"Becca..."
A familiar male voice sounded at Rebecca Quentin’s ear.
It was Chester Robinson.
"Sorry for getting the key from the landlord without your permission."
Rebecca Quentin did not answer.
Chester Robinson picked up Rebecca Quentin from the sofa, "Are you okay?"
Rebecca Quentin slumped powerlessly against Chester, remaining silent.
"I’m sorry, I never thought my sister would release such news, I..."
Rebecca Quentin finally spoke, her voice slightly hoarse, "Doctor Robinson, today I just want to be alone for a while..."
Chester Robinson nodded gently, "Okay, but if you want to sleep, you need to do it in your room; you’ll catch a cold here."
"Okay."
Chester Robinson said as he carried Rebecca Quentin to the bedroom.
Rebecca Quentin seed to have no energy, allowing Chester to carry her back to the room.
After Rebecca Quentin lay on the bed, Chester Robinson didn’t linger; instead, he left the space and ti to Rebecca.
Rebecca Quentin was awakened by a knock on the door.
Because the knocking persisted intermittently, Rebecca Quentin finally had to get up to open the door.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of ti, her mind had beco much calr...
Rebecca Quentin initially thought the person standing outside the door would be reporters or so other irrelevant people, who would have thought the person she refused at the door was actually her sister, Christine Quinn.
As soon as Rebecca Quentin opened the door, Christine Quinn rushed inside and hugged her.
"I kept calling you, and your phone was off the whole ti, and you didn’t answer the door, you scared to death..."
Rebecca Quentin smiled and moved away from Christine Quinn slightly, "Sis, why are you here?"
Christine Quinn gently supported Rebecca Quentin’s frail body, "With such a big incident happening, how could I not co?"
"You an the magazine thing."
Locking the door behind them, Christine Quinn pulled Rebecca Quentin inside the room, "I can’t believe you can talk about it so casually."
Rebecca Quentin followed Christine Quinn to the living room sofa and sat down, calmly saying, "Things have co to this point, there’s no use in getting angry."
Christine Quinn stood up from the sofa in anger, "Alice Robinson is so malicious, Howard must be blind to have fallen for such a woman!!"
Rebecca Quentin got up to soothe Christine Quinn’s mood, "Sis, you just got off the plane, let get you so water."
"No need, I’m too filled with anger to drink." Christine Quinn plopped back on the sofa and pulled Rebecca down with her.
Rebecca Quentin held Christine Quinn’s hand, "Sis, don’t be angry about my matter."
"How can I not be angry? Alice is flaunting her victory in front of you!!"
"Let it go, this magazine issue will fade in a few days."
"How could it fade?" Christine Quinn fud with rage, "Didn’t you see how many reporters were blocking your apartnt building? They’re practically out for blood, luckily the security at your complex is maintaining order, if this continues, you won’t be able to set a foot outside!"
Rebecca Quentin nodded, "I turned off my phone because those people wouldn’t stop bothering ."
Christine Quinn spat with disdain, "I thought Alice was just so pampered heiress, but it turns out she’s quite the scher!"
Rebecca Quentin fell silent.
Christine Quinn suddenly picked up her phone and searched for a number.
Rebecca Quentin asked puzzledly, "Who are you planning to call?"
Christine Quinn gave Rebecca Quentin an icy glance, "Howard Geoffrey, who else!!"
Upon hearing this, Rebecca hurriedly grabbed Christine’s phone, "Sis, let it go."
Christine Quinn snatched back the phone Rebecca took, angrily saying, "Let it go? I’m going to hold Howard accountable for Alice’s ss!!"
"Sis, calm down."
Christine Quinn forced herself to suppress her anger, placed the phone aside, and in a more tempered tone, said, "Becca, when we were in Y City, if you hadn’t stopped , I wouldn’t have let Howard off. Now, he’s allowing his girlfriend to randomly publish in magazines, tarnishing your reputation. Are you going to just swallow your pride and let them bully you?"
Rebecca Quentin shook her head, "I won’t let anyone bully ."
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