Larissa spent half the night convincing Dylan that she was not familiar with Sharon, and would never do anything like leaking his private phone number to another.When Dylan left, she heard him snarl angrily, "Kevan, that fucking son of a bitch!"…For almost half a month, life was peaceful.Dylan delivered the petition and other documents to the court, who, after reviewing the case, had it filed for record and sent a copy of the petition to Travis.Now that definitely stirred up the hornet's nest, and Travis' parents made an appearance again after having gone off the grid for a long time. Except, they did not appear in person, but rather got the production crew of "The Mediators Room" of the Covenford Local TV Station to find Larissa at the Regal Dynasty.The crew wore work ID cards of the TV station and did not identify themselves at first. They only said that due to the requirements of the show, they wanted the housekeeping manager to cooperate with them.Coincidentally, the
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms, and she used the pain to remind herself to remain clear-headed at all times. It would not do for her to lose her composure."I have always had a clear conscience in anything that I do," she said. "I'm sorry; I am working now. If there's nothing else, please leave."The long-haired editor was about to say something when Larissa shut the door.After her shift was over at night, the girls excitedly came over to her to ask for details when she passed by the reception. "Ms. Seymour, why were the TV people looking for you? Did they ask you to go on a show?""Yeah, but I rejected it," Larissa replied with a faint smile."Why?" The girls were so disappointed. "You're so beautiful, Ms. Seymour. Who knows, you might go viral overnight! By then we'd be able to go out and say that we know a famous star!"Larissa could not help but laugh. "When there's another chance, I'll make sure to go for it, alright?"…After that t
Any sense of drowsiness vanished entirely, and Larissa was very much awake.She no longer had the mood to read the rest of the messages and retrieved her tablet from the bedside table drawer. She then found last night's episode of "The Mediators Room".Travis' parents arrived at the set as the "mediation representatives". They had mournful looks on their faces, and they looked fragile too. Janine's eyes were also red from crying, and she could only squint through the swelling.The host asked, "What would you like me to mediate for you?" Before he had even finished, Janine had already begun to wipe at her tears."I… I just want…" she sniffled. "I just want to apologize…to apologize to my daughter-in-law."Dick sighed and gently patted her back, his face filled with melancholy.The host retrieved some tissues and passed them over. "Try to calm down, and then tell us in detail what misunderstanding there is between you and your daughter-in-law."Janine wiped at the tear tracks on h
"My son always accommodates my daughter-in-law like this and is frequently trapped between us. I honestly feel sorry for him, and I try to bear with my daughter-in-law even if I'm unhappy with her. But who can blame my son for being fond of her? I don't want to destroy their marriage either."Although this was pretty much the end of it, I figured that my previous actions had upset my daughter-in-law because my son kept telling me in later calls that his wife is colder to him than before."Unable to help herself, Larissa snarled at the tablet. "Bullshit!"Her ex-mother-in-law's skills in truth distortion were honestly getting better and better. It was actually Travis who became colder to her after the new year celebrations.At that time, she even thought he was mad at her for rejecting his mother's "kindness", but he told her that it was because he had to be online to work on a major project, and that his subordinates had created problems for him, so he was in a bad mood and was mor
Janine lowered her head to sob again, and Dick continued playing his role of comforting his "grieving" wife. The scene panned over to the host."Based on the rules of our show, we would have invited the other party, that is, Ms. Levange's daughter-in-law to be present to talk about her anguish and grievances and mediate the misunderstandings between both parties from there. But when our editors went to Ms. Levange's daughter-in-law's workplace and explained the situation to her to invite her on to the show, we received the following response as shown—"They showed a video clip that displayed a familiar background that Larissa knew. It was her office at the hotel, and she was shown in the clip too—however, it was just her body from the neck down. From the angle, it was clear that this was covertly taken, and there was a caption acknowledging that the video clip was taken through unusual means on the bottom left corner of the clip.The video showed pretty much everything that had happ
Break out of this predicament?She did think about it and did intend to do it. But before that—"I don't want to drag the hotel or you into this."…At Covenford's branch office of Microworks Corporation, Dylan was scrolling through his phone in the president's office. He swiftly scanned through the article posted by a gossip Twitter account about that specific episode of "The Mediators Room"."Tsk, it holds the same opinion as the previous articles. They didn't even bother changing up the formula." He fixed his glasses and glanced at a certain someone who was buried in documents. "These social media accounts slandering Larissa are from the same company. Either the company is doing this on purpose to incite views, or someone has deliberately spent money to screw with Larissa."Kevan gave him a cold stare. "You seem to care about her a lot."Dylan sneered right back. "Not as much as you care about Sharon."The frigid aura surrounding Kevan faded a great deal."I heard that a lo
"Apologies, Ms. Seymour." Despite the supposed apology, the person's tone was haughty. "After the episode in which your in-laws appeared went viral, our production team has been getting more than ten calls per day. Our schedules are now fully packed till the end of the year. If you don't mind being aired late, I can make a registration for you. Someone will inform you of your shooting date by then."Larissa knew all too well that she had offended the whole production crew with her harsh words then, so their deliberately difficult attitude was to be expected."No need for the trouble," she said. She only meant to try her luck by making this call. If it did work, then it would be for the best; but if it didn't, she still had an alternative.Working in hotel management may be difficult, but the best part about it was accumulating a network of connections she could reach out to—especially at a seven-star hotel like the Regal Dynasty where most of its guests were boss-level players.Lar
"Because this is the studio supplied to me by my company. StreamWave Studios is under Microworks Corporation," Zero explained.…The Microworks Building had a total of seventy floors, and it was Covenford's tallest office building to date. Because of its extremely modern appearance as well as the transparent observation deck at its peak, it became one of the landmarks of the city and attracted a great deal of tourists to visit.However, this was Larissa's first time here.6:30 pm was way past the business hours of most companies. A few banks nearby had already turned off their lights, merging with the darkness of the night. However, the Microworks Building was still lit up like the brightest star in the sky. Not a single floor was dark.This was probably normal for an IT company.Having seen Travis working overtime before, Larissa was nonchalant even as she faced this brightly lit skyscraper. Her two companions were likewise unbothered—after all, they'd had significant life exper