CHAPTER 9: I GOT CHEATED ON, ON PURPOSE

In the past, Mia Sutton was relentlessly pursuing Martin Wright, known across the internet as an eighteenth-tier celebrity daring to chase a trending star, making her quite bold.

Netizens ridiculed and mocked her plenty because of this.

However, no one expected that one day Martin Wright would admit she was his girlfriend, sending his fans into total meltdown.

But ever since going public, Mia Sutton was never seen with Martin Wright again in the public eye. They had no interactions, and over time, people online forgot he even had an official girlfriend.

Now with this scandal about messy relationships, netizens finally remembered.

The onlookers commented excitedly: [That eighteenth-tier is tolerating all this, truly a relentless admirer!]

[Haven’t you heard the saying, ’Relentless admirer gets everything in the end!’]

[Haha, I laughed, as if she’ll get anything, in the end, she’ll have nothing.]

[Honestly, eighteenth-tier is miserable; I feel sorry for her!]

Martin Wright’s fans were displeased upon seeing this, arguing that Mia Sutton wasn’t miserable at all. To have their star like her was her blessing.

[The situation isn’t final yet, don’t drag our star down.]

[Back then, Mia Sutton was clinging onto our star, and now when something happens, she stays silent; she can’t be anything good!]

Whether sympathizing with her or belittling her, Mia Sutton was inevitably drawn into the drama.

But no matter how heated the online discussions were, the person involved didn’t care a bit.

On the contrary, Mia’s eyes sparkled with excitement when she saw her name mentioned.

Finally, someone brought her up; she’d been waiting so long she was exhausted.

She anticipated this scenario since she handed out those photos, just the right way to cut ties with the jerk.

She didn’t want people to associate her with that jerk whenever she was mentioned in the future.

While pondering when to post on Weibo, her phone rang, and seeing the number, she instantly perked up.

"Hello, Mr. Sterling." Her voice was sweet and full of delight.

On the other end, Jensen Sterling’s fingers froze holding the phone, feeling unexpectedly warm in the ears, he switched the phone to the other ear, cleared his throat, and said, "What are you up to?"

He had just seen the young girl trending due to Martin Wright, unsure if she’d seen it and how it might upset her. Judging from her cheerful voice, she probably hadn’t seen it yet.

The next second, a voice came through the receiver: "Checking my phone, scrolling through Weibo, what’s up?"

She was indeed on Weibo, so she’d definitely seen it. But why wasn’t she upset? In fact, he heard a hint of excitement.

A few seconds later, since Jensen Sterling didn’t respond, Mia asked in slight confusion, "Mr. Sterling? Why aren’t you speaking? Did you call for any specific reason?"

"Oh, nothing, just asking if you need help dealing with the online buzz."

Upon hearing this, Mia realized it was about the issue and changed her position, lying on the bed as she replied, "No need, I gave those photos to the paparazzi myself."

She then remembered her current husband was that jerk’s uncle.

She tentatively asked, "Mr. Sterling, are you not angry?"

"Angry about what?" Jensen was momentarily confused about why she asked.

"Isn’t he your nephew, so I..."

Hearing this, Jensen curled his lips, chuckled lightly, "No worries, I’m not angry, he’s just someone I’m not close to."

Then he asked, "Do you really not want me to suppress your trending topic?"

"No, I just want to clear the line with that jerk, and besides, I don’t want to tarnish Mr. Sterling’s name, right?"

She referred to him as a jerk smoothly, and Jensen didn’t refute, merely chuckling in response.

He wasn’t worried about any tarnishing but agreed that her name alongside Martin Wright was indeed unsettling.

"As long as you know what you’re doing, let me know if you need any help."

"Got it, I will."

Since there was nothing more to discuss, Jensen was relieved, and with filming about to start, he hung up the phone.