Caspian glanced at him, then went back inside and headed upstairs.
On the eighth floor, he looked down through the corridor window. Mason Nightshade's car was still parked there, his gaze unmistakably caught his attention, his sharp black eyes narrowed.
"Caspian... Caspian bro!" an astonished male voice called out. Viscount Johnson stood frozen with surprise, unable to believe what he saw before him, this man who looked as clean as a deity under the sunlight... uh... an illusion, it was all an illusion about him being a deity.
He was all too aware of his twisted sense of humor.
Caspian regarded him for a while, his serene eyes finally flickering slightly, "The brat from the Johnson Family?"
When they were young, Aurelia Shaw and Viscount Johnson were "thick as thieves". When Aurelia was beaten by Uncle Johnson, Viscount Johnson would be beaten by Caspian, and to this day, Caspian remained his psychological shadow, making him tremble all over at the sight.
"Caspian... Caspian bro, when... did you co back?" Viscount Johnson stiffened up, completely abandoning his casual deanor.
"Recently." Caspian was sparing with words, turned around and went inside, closing the door with a slam.
There was no intention of letting him in.
Viscount Johnson wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a breath, just now... did he see Caspian bro holding a cat in his arms?
An illusion, it must have been an illusion.
Aurelia returned ho and sat on the sofa, where a white cat imdiately jumped onto her lap, lazily yawned, and curled up for a rest.
Aurelia: "..."
This cat has latched onto her, hasn't it?
It definitely has.
Caspian ca out from the inner room, seeing this scene, his face remained calm, but his ears twitched. Unable to resist, he took a picture with his phone.
He quickly created an anonymous Weibo account and uploaded the picture.
Buzz buzz!
Aurelia's phone rang.
She glanced at the caller display, picked up, and upon hearing what the person on the other end said, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed deeply, a coldness flashed in her eyes.
"I understand, I'll check it first and then call you back."
Aurelia opened her iPad and logged onto Weibo. "You Are My Star Eliza Fletcher" was trending at the top of Weibo's hot searches.
And the hot search for the recently heated release of "God" had suddenly dropped down.
It was so clear-cut, disentangling themselves completely, there was no need to think deeply to know who was behind the manipulation.
Aurelia called Amanda Fuller back, "I rember there is a red carpet event tomorrow?"
"Yes." Amanda's tone was hesitant, "Aurelia, in the current situation, with 'You Are My Star' drawing public disdain, would it be a bit out of line for us to attend the event so ostentatiously now?"
She didn't doubt the decisions Aurelia made, and facts had proven that Aurelia's decisions were generally correct, but as an agent, she had to express her concerns.
"No, I want to launch a counterattack." A deep, brilliant light flashed in Aurelia's eyes.
The next day, Amanda gave Aurelia an exquisite makeup look. Staring at her stunningly beautiful face, Amanda sincerely marveled, "So beautiful, if only I could have such a beautiful face like yours."
Aurelia chuckled lightly, dismissing it, "Your face is also very beautiful."
She changed into a dress, and the blue and white rmaid gown perfectly outlined her body's curves. Amanda deliberately made her makeup cold and imposing for the occasion today, which was a tough battle. If the aura wasn't enough, the makeup would make up for it. Even though Aurelia's cold and strong aura was powerful, those not present at the scene could only feel it through the cara.
However, the cold makeup also harbored so subtlety. It couldn't be too icy, occasionally a lowered gaze would reveal a trace of weariness and a sense of broken heart.
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