"Sorry. I wanted to send you home, but the mansion is so far away from Delicioso, and it was really late at night. As such, I thought of letting you rest in a hotel instead."

"It's alright. It's not all your fault."

Brendan immediately called Sam, who answered him at the first second. "Finally! You're finally on your phone!" he cried out frantically.

"I saw what happened on the Internet," said Brendan. "Come to the hotel and settle the surveillance camera footage. PR work is in need."

Sam gave a hum of affirmation before adding, "Oh, and sir? Miss McKinnon called in the wee hours. The scandal happened so quickly and got viral so soon that I've been busy coordinating censoring work and getting a sense of what happened, so I haven't told her anything yet. You should get back to the mansion and… Well, you have to explain it to her."

Brendan's heart stopped for a second. He hung up the call and immediately raced to the elevator, leaving his suit behind in his room.

"Wait, Mr. Brigh