CHAPTER 547: CHAPTER 547

However, this question, Fiona Grantham also struggled to answer.

It’s not that she couldn’t, but she didn’t know how to tell Victor Bennett, moreover, this kind of thing isn’t easy to explain clearly...

"Victor, I really can’t say anything about this," Fiona said with some difficulty.

Upon hearing this, Victor Bennett felt a bit embarrassed, "Sorry, Phoebe."

"It’s okay, but Victor, have you got a girlfriend now?"

Hearing this, Victor Bennett felt as if he was on fire, even his breathing was burning hot.

"No, how could that be."

"If you’re really curious, you can check it online."

Hearing this, Victor Bennett slapped his forehead and rolled his eyes.

Right, he could check it online, such a straightforward thing, and he still had to call Fiona Grantham...

"Got it, Phoebe, you get some sleep."

Victor Bennett quickly finished the sentence and hung up the phone directly.

He calmed down for a while before pulling out his phone to start searching...

After more than ten minutes, Victor Bennett finally came out of the bathroom.

Thinking of the scenes he saw in the video just now, Victor Bennett’s face turned red to the neck.

However, just as he reached the bedside planning to prove himself to Joanna Ramsey, he saw that little one was hugging the quilt, wearing earplugs, and had fallen asleep unknowingly.

She was even snoring lightly, sleeping soundly.

Victor Bennett stood by the bed, feeling utterly depressed.

How long has it been, and she’s sleeping like a log?

Victor Bennett sat on the bed, watching the deeply sleeping Joanna Ramsey, and couldn’t fall asleep at all...

...

In the villa of West City, Fiona Grantham was sitting in the living room. It was already past eleven, yet she felt no sleepiness at all.

Looking at the news online, she almost wanted to smash the computer.

Online was filled with negative comments about her, even though her fans were trying hard to defend her.

But involving a mistress, the third person, it became very serious, leading to public outrage on the internet.

Watching the increasingly severe developments online, Fiona Grantham downed her glass of red wine.

Originally, she wanted Victor Bennett to come over, to act piteously and have him think of a solution, but he actually returned abruptly, not coming?

Now she doesn’t even have an agent, the company seems to have received orders, so far hasn’t done any public relations for her.

After a while, she picked up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and finally bit the bullet and dialed a number.

It was originally a late hour, and it took a long time for the other party to answer.

"Hello?" A hoarse male voice, with traces of sleepiness, sounded.

Upon hearing this voice, Fiona Grantham felt like she was clutching a life-saving straw.

"Leo, it’s me, I’m Fiona Grantham."

The familiar voice made Leo Foster’s sleepiness fade away a little.

"What’s up?"

Listening to the indifferent voice, Fiona Grantham gritted her teeth, but she really didn’t know whom to turn to now.

After the incident, she contacted many people, those who previously had a good relationship with her were all shrewd.

Seeing that Stourford Entertainment was making no moves, not even a clarification, they were not foolish and knew then that the company stopped caring about her.

Some even suspected that this matter was most likely true, involving such sensitive rumors, many were unwilling to get involved for fear of trouble.

She was utterly helpless and therefore reached out to Leo Foster.

"Leo, please help me, I’m innocent about the online stuff, now the company won’t care for me, you can’t leave me hanging."

Fiona Grantham said helplessly.

Leo Foster didn’t expect that she would call him because of this...