Chapter 588 - A Little Unfair

Laila narrowed her eyes, "Me?"

"That's right. No matter what I do, or how I do it, it may have a certain impact on Roy's reputation. You know the situation outside. I can calm the speech, but I can't erase the impression he left in many people's minds."

"So what?"

"So, the only person who can pull him out of this mess and clean him up is you."

Laila pulled the corner of her mouth, "Are you deliberately waiting for me to make this call to you?" This old fox!

"You did well." Little fox, oh little fox, you also have your days! Hahaha!

Laila had thought about how to help Roy clean up this mess, but no matter how many methods she considered, she realized that in the end, a negative impression might still linger in some people's minds. This would be detrimental to Roy's future career.

After all, in her past life, she was just a director and didn't handle the publicity and whitewashing aspects. It was something she couldn't do. Moreover, in the present, there is no need for whitewashing. After cooling off for a while and people lost interest in the matter, they could reintroduce him on a suitable day, and everything would be fine. In fact, the previous scandals might even be remembered by more people.

But this was not the future, and people's acceptance was not that high yet. Most importantly, Roy himself had zero tolerance for such things. Laila believed that if Roy saw Elisa at this moment, he might not hesitate to slap her.

Trying to persuade him to let go of his designed anger and turn this situation into an opportunity for publicity was not even worth considering.

Laila walked back to the main house with a heavy heart from the greenhouse. When she entered the living room, she saw Roy angrily yelling into the phone, shouting, "Just wait to die!" and angrily slamming the phone down.

"Who was that?" Laila smiled, looking at his furious appearance, curious who, besides Elisa, could make him so angry. She didn't suspect that the call was to Elisa; she had made it clear that he shouldn't call that woman, and he wouldn't.

"It's that bastard, Al Nadeem! He actually..." Roy couldn't continue, holding her waist in frustration.

That pitiful look made Laila, who saw this image for the first time, burst into laughter.

"Haha, stop messing around; this doesn't suit you." Seriously, he had the mature appearance he had when he came out of the crew. Putting on such a childish act was really out of place. It was impressive that he could do it, but it made her belly ache from laughter.

Roy was helplessly laughed at, feeling a bit unjust. Who on earth said that acting cute was the best way to please women? He definitely wanted to beat that damn woman until she couldn't recognize herself!

"What are you looking at?" Laila glanced at the open TV.

"Nothing, just some news." Thinking of the recent reports, Roy felt like beating someone again. Those reporters who were afraid the world would be too peaceful didn't know what grudge they had against him. Wherever he turned, as long as it was related to the entertainment industry, he and that damn woman were mentioned together.

Seeing his appearance, Laila guessed what he had seen, "If you have nothing to do recently, stop watching TV, don't check Facebook or newspapers either. Watching now will only make your mood worse. Wait for things to be resolved."

"Is there a solution?" Roy really couldn't deceive himself. Looking at the overwhelming news reports, he recalled the last time he was framed and realized that if it weren't for Laila, he might have been finished by now.

Every time he thought about this, he felt extremely disgusted with his own helplessness. Every time, he was like a fledgling hiding under Laila's wings. Clearly, he should be the one supporting her, but why was it that every time something happened, she was the one sacrificing for him?

He also saw some trends, not only were they against him, but there also seemed to be an implication of implicating the Moran family. He didn't want to continue like this, but unfortunately, he was helpless because he couldn't think of any way to help Laila resolve this matter. Clarification? If clarification worked, the things he posted on Facebook would be enough to prove his innocence. But what was the result? Hardly anyone was willing to believe his words!

Looking at the comments on his page, he began to doubt whether his fans really liked him as much as they claimed. Those fans who screamed and even fainted when they saw him, those girls who kept saying they loved him, did they really love him? If they loved him, why were they unwilling to believe what he said and instead believed the slander from a malicious woman?

Laila comfortingly patted his back, "Don't worry, there will be a way. I just talked to Ovitz on the phone, and he is preparing. It won't take much time to resolve the matter. Don't keep it on your mind all the time. When the holiday is over, go back to filming, eat, and rest, and I will help you deal with the outside matters!"

Roy sighed a low "Hmm."

Laila knew that his mood at the moment was not good, so she didn't say much. Instead, she pulled him to sit on the sofa and found an animated channel to watch. Perhaps there wouldn't be annoying things in animations, right?

This was probably the unhappiest Christmas holiday Roy had spent in recent years. Only heaven knew that he had never looked forward to the real Santa Claus appearing so much before. That way, he could make a wish to send Elisa, that damn woman, to another galaxy. He wouldn't have to see her or hear her voice again. How happy that would be!

However, Santa Claus probably didn't hear his wish. Not only did he not make the person he disliked disappear, but he also made that person's phone number appear on Roy's mobile screen.

"This damn woman dares to call me!" Looking at the label on the screen, Roy angrily thought and hung up without thinking.

But as if not understanding how annoying he was, the other party kept calling, regardless of being hung up several times.

Annoyed to the point of wanting to punch someone, Roy was finally driven to the brink of reason by the ringing, picked up the phone, and said, "You!" He was about to get angry but suddenly choked, stopping after just one word.

He remembered what Laila had said. This woman was likely recording his voice, and once his words were recorded, they might be edited into clips that were extremely unfavorable to him. He had learned enough about editing from Laila. Seeing her edits would make him understand that the same scene could produce completely different meanings through different editing methods.

He guessed right. Elisa did open the call recording, eagerly anticipating capturing some of his words. Originally, they wanted to wait for him to call Elisa, so they could provoke his emotions, let him explode, and say something that would benefit them.