Aurelia Shaw's lips curled into a cold smile as her fingers lightly tapped on the keyboard, sending a ssage to Hadrian Turner, "Ti to release the smoke bomb."
Hadrian Turner: "👌"
Aurelia Shaw smiled happily, closed the chat window with Hadrian Turner, glanced at Mason Nightshade's text, and replied pleasantly, "Just about to sleep, goodnight. 💋"
The old house.
Mason Nightshade ca out of the bathroom after a shower and saw Aurelia Shaw's text ssage.
His handso face turned red at a visible speed, he gritted his teeth, and roared angrily, "This girl doesn't know how to hold back at all!"
He looked down, glanced at his lower half, his handso face turned from red to black, and helplessly walked back to the bathroom.
Aurelia Shaw had no idea that her unconscious gesture, made in good spirits, caused the man to have a sleepless night. The next day, she received news that lifted her spirits even further.
The small fish took the bait.
But it was just a small fish.
Aurelia Shaw didn't expect to catch the big fish imdiately. Eleanor Spencer might not be as accomplished as in her previous life, but she had gone through so much and had a shrewd agent by her side. Eleanor would never dirty her own hands; using others was a usual tactic for her.
Under normal circumstances, Aurelia wasn't inclined to deal with these small fish, but now too many small fish were coming to bite her. If she didn't deal with them, it would cause her considerable trouble.
"Hadrian, release the second wave of evidence at noon."
"So soon?" If the timing was prolonged, more people would believe their smoke bomb, and there would be even more face-slapping later on.
Letting it out at night or tomorrow might have a better effect. Isn't it a bit rushed now?
Aurelia Shaw knew what he was puzzling over, "I'm in a good mood today, no need to wait, let's slap them right in the face."
A woman's slightly teasing voice sounded in his ear, causing Hadrian Turner's face to flush, with his heart racing, as if her mischievous smile was right before his eyes... He responded with a simple "Hmm," his hands already preparing to release the evidence at noon.
After hanging up the phone, Aurelia Shaw called Viscount Zhou.
"Inform the journalists to hold a press conference in the na of Royal Friendship. Although I've admitted that I founded Royal Friendship, my current status in the entertainnt industry isn't suitable for owning an entertainnt company under my na."
"I understand." With years of tacit understanding, Viscount Zhou imdiately grasped Aurelia's intentions, "During this period, I'll stand in for you, handle the journalists or any other public matters, creating the illusion that I'm the one holding the majority shares."
Aurelia Shaw's lips curved upwards. As expected, Viscount Zhou understood her.
"It's not an illusion." She said softly, "I an it, help manage the company. Haven't I said before? I'm not good at running a company, there are many things to learn, would Master Zhou please be my executive president?"
"Are you at ho?" Viscount Zhou asked, ignoring the question.
"Yes, why?" Aurelia Shaw frowned.
Suddenly there was silence on the phone.
Aurelia Shaw thought Viscount Zhou had hung up, but seeing the call was still connected, as she was about to speak, there was a knock at the door.
Turning around—
Viscount Zhou pushed the door open, looked at her, and hung up the phone.
Striding over to the sofa and sitting down.
"Cook for !"
Paused, he added, "It must be cooked by you personally."
Aurelia Shaw laughed, "Master Zhou's employnt fee is just one al? That's too cheap." She turned her head, deliberately teasing him.
Viscount Zhou glared at her.
At this mont, she was dressed in casual clothes, her hair tied up casually, knees bent, hugging a pillow, with her chin resting on it. Her deanor was lazy, with her slightly raised peach blossom eyes inadvertently exuding a hint of allure, like a cat, a dozing ragdoll cat.
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