A bitter smile slowly emerged on Julia's face. Bad news always seemed to travel faster than good
news.
"I'm at home," she responded to Samuel, staring at the ceiling.
"Wait for me at home. I'll be there soon," Samuel curtly replied as he was about to hang up.
Although he still had an important scene to shoot, he wasn't able to focus. He couldn't stop worrying
about Julia after what had just happened.
For the first time in his life, he was going to ask the crew to stop shooting. He just wanted to stay with
Julia.
"There's no need," Julia replied in a hurry. "I'm alright. Also, aren't you in the middle of a shoot? You
shouldn't come over."
"But..." Julia interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.
"Don't bother. I'm fine," she insisted, as if nothing had happened. She didn't want him to worry.
"Besides, Consuela went to the office for a meeting. I believe that she'll have a solution soon. Even if
you come today, you won't be able to go inside. The police have the area surrounded. They might turn
their attention to you if you come over and I don't want you to get involved anymore."
She tried to convince him that she was alright. "I'll invite you for drink in a few days, just when
everything has settled down. Will that be alright?"
"Yeah, okay then." Samuel nodded, respecting her decision. He knew her too well; once she made up
her mind, she stuck with it.
After hanging up, she looked at her phone. Overwhelmed by the scandal, she collapsed.
Although Consuela repeatedly asked her to stay at home, Julia felt like she was suffocating inside. She
had to go out and ask Jean why she did this to her.
'She already took everything away from me. Why couldn't she just let me go?'
The reporters were still outside. She had to figure out a way to leave without them noticing her.
While she was thinking, there was a knock on the door. Like a frightened bird, Julia slowly looked
through the peephole to find Eric standing outside.
For a while, she was stunned, wondering what he was doing here. When she opened the door, she
asked, "Why are you here?"
"Let me in." The usual cheerful look on Eric's face was replaced by seriousness. He closed the door
behind him and looked at her. "What's wrong, Julia? Who on earth did you offend? Why are they
hurting you?"
"Can't you see?" Annoyed, Julia turned on the TV. All the channels were reporting the same thing. She
stopped at one program and pointed at Jean's delicate face. "It's because of her."
"Jean?" Eric knew Jean as well. Although he didn't like her when they were kids, he didn't expect her to
do something as terrible as this.
"Are you sure about this?" Eric asked with a frown.
Julia scowled at him. "Ever since she came back, everything has gotten worse. Not only did she steal
my man, but she also influenced my own mother to ruin my reputation. I don't understand why she can't
just leave me alone. I have nothing. Does she really want me to die?"
"Don't worry. I will solve it for you," Eric said in caring manner.
"Please don't!" Although they were good friends back when they were younger, they had been
separated for a long time. Julia was too embarrassed to ask him for help. "You don't need to do
anything for me."
"Why can't I help you?" Eric frowned, obviously not convinced by Julia's argument. "I'm telling you that
I'll make sure that the media will delete all of this. Nobody will dare to publish such news again. You
have to believe me."
"Big G..." She looked at Eric and gave him a bitter smile. "I know you have the ability to do so, but that
wouldn't work. People already think it's true. Even though you can have the news deleted, people will
still discuss it. I don't want this."
"But it isn't good for you either if this continues," he argued back in a worried tone.
"Don't worry about me." Julia smiled. "The company will think of a solution."
A trace of disappointment flashed across Eric's face. He really wanted to help, but it seemed that there
was nothing he could do.
"How did you get here?" Julia was still thinking about her way out of the house. When she saw Eric
here, she became hopeful. "There are still reporters outside. Didn't they stop you from coming in?"
"I'm not a member of the entertainment circle, so why would they?" Eric gave her a small grin. "I just
walked up here."
"Big G, please help me. I really need to go out today." Julia excitedly grabbed Eric's hands and held
them tightly.
Seeing her happy expression, Eric finally felt that his visit here was not all in vain. He looked at her and
said, "I can help you on one condition."
"What is it?" Julia nodded hurriedly, her eyes flashing with glee.
"You need to stop calling me Big G. Please call me Eric or Eric Sweetheart," Eric said.
Julia's jaw opened, stunned at his condition. It was true that his present image was not suited for the
nickname, so she nodded. "Alright, I'll call you Eric from now on."
"That's more like it." Eric smiled with satisfaction. He took out his phone and made a call. "Cindy, come
up here."
After hanging up the phone, Eric looked at Julia. "Cindy is my secretary. After she comes up, you can
switch your clothes. Don't forget to wear your sunglasses and a hat. She and I will distract the
reporters. When they're distracted, you can sneak out."
Eric handed his car keys to Julia. "My car is downstairs. In case the reporters notice you, you can use
it."
"No, no, no. I can't do that." Julia shook her head. Just by looking at the car keys, she knew it was an
expensive car.
"Don't mention it." Eric didn't care about her attitude at all. "Since you want to go out, you have to use
everything to your advantage. It is more convenient to you to get rid of the reporters by driving away.
Don't worry. If it gets damaged, you won't have to compensate me."
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