Chapter 1390
Now that money was no longer an issue, Cindy felt like she managed to ovee a huge hurdle. She put away the dining utensils before
returning to her room. Upon hearing a chime on her phone, she quickly checked it to see that the money had arrived. As always, Ian was swift
in his actions. After that, she transferred the money to her family almost immediately.
She didn’t even care to inform her family that she had made the transfer. Instead, she switched off her phone before taking a shower. Learning
her lesson, she dried her hair thoroughly after the shower, taking the medicine before lying down in bed. Due to the properties of the medicine,
she dozed off without sinking into disturbing thoughts.
Out of habit, she woke up on time the next morning despite still feeling slightly groggy. Deftly, she washed up before leaving to buy breakfast
downstairs. She was soon back in the hotel, knocking on the door to Ian’s room, which he answered quickly. Staring at her, he questioned,
“Have you recovered?”
Nodding, Cindy entered his room as soon as he opened the door to put down the food on the table. However, her phone rang before she could
lay the food out. Initially, she assumed it was a call from her family to inform her of having received the money, only to realize it was a call
from Hannah after checking the caller ID, so she picked up instantly. “Ms. Jones.”
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Hannah sounded dour over the phone when she spoke. “What’s going on? What are the online articles talking about?”
Startled, Cindy realized she hadn’t read anything online. Due to Hannah’s volume, Ian could hear their conversation, so he inquired while
walking over to Cindy, “What’s wrong?”
Cindy shook her head at him before telling him in a hushed voice, “I think some news might’ve broken out online.”
Walking into his room, Ian did a search on his phone to see that scandals of him and Sena were all over the inte. The articles were written
in a fashion that made the scandal sound usible. Other than fabricating that Ian spent time alone with Sena before their duet, there were also
parts such as Sena being witnesseding out from the dressing room in a disheveled state.
Ian didn’t mind the scandal at all, even going as far as reading through all the articles that concerned it.
On the other hand, Cindy was slightly confused, so she asked Hannah what happened. Thetter seemed a little irritated while exining the
scandal to her beforeining, “What’s going on? Don’t you know how to avoid these sorts of controversies? You’re obviously being
ckmailed.” Despite Cindy’s rtively young age, she was unfaltering when it came to such things. Humming, she replied, “Don’t fret, Ms.
Jones. Those are all lies, as I was also in the dressing room yesterday, so they weren’t alone. I even have a recording of the incident that we
can utilize as proof.” Hannah was caught off guard by Cindy’s report. “What recording is it? Does it show what happened when they were in
the dressing room?” Cindy replied in the affirmative before continuing, “I personally think the scandal might have something to do with Miss
Young. She and her assistant were acting suspiciously yesterday.” After having spent many years within the industry, Hannah knew full well
who were the possible beneficiaries behind such scandals. Sneering, she ordered, “For now, don’t let anybody know that we have proof. Send
them to me, as I want to check on what happened before having the PR settle things.” Cindy agreed with her request, but before she could
hang up, Hannah called out to her. “Whose idea was it to capture a recording?” Blinking, Cindy said, “Ian and I do this all the time, but it was
me who came up with the idea initially, if that’s what you’re asking about.” In fact, Cindy was a little worried that her infringement of other
people’s portrait rights might give Ian some trouble, so she took ountability. However, Hannah smiled before giving praise. “Good job,
girl. You’re a thoughtful one.” It wasn’t until then that relief washed over her. After ending the call, she went to find Ian in his room.