Jared Hughes stood emotionless, completely ignoring his grandfather's words, his eyes fixed intently on the tablet his grandfather had placed on the table.
In the photo, Betsy Russell was wearing a white mohair sweater, her light blue jeans making her legs appear long and straight. She even had a pair of casual shoes on, looking pure and cute.
She stood next to a well-dressed man, her smile radiant like sunshine, which hurt his eyes.
Jared Hughes irritably averted his gaze from the photo. He recognized this man, an A-list director from Star Empire Media, young but very talented.
Previously, several big Twitter influencers had posted a video of Chloe Lindsey jumping into a swimming pool. He had actually contacted them to remove the video, but they refused to do so. Only after investigating did he find out that they were all people from Star Empire Media.
Now everything made sense. Betsy Russell might have been in contact with Arthur Wishart before. In order to help Betsy Russell seek revenge, Arthur Wishart would have instructed his influencers to post the video.
"Grandpa, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now." As Jared said this, his fingers rapidly texted secretary Bill Treiber a message, instructing him to investigate the matter between Arthur Wishart and Betsy Russell thoroughly.
Sir Hughes had just finished speaking, and was so tired now. Seeing Jared's indifference, he said, "Alright, you can go!"
As soon as Jared Hughes stepped out of his grandfather's room, he received a message from Bill Treiber.
"Miss Russell is at the Emperors Bar!"
...
Heather Scott was pulling Betsy Russell to the dance floor, persuading her earnestly, "You shouldn't be holed up in your room practicing your lines, you should come out and let loose. If you keep going like this, you'll turn into a dummy!"
Heather Scott had grown up with Betsy Russell, so of course she knew about Betsy's ability to remember everything she reads, and she didn't understand why Betsy was still pretending to learn lines.
In the middle of the dance floor, Heather Scott, in her black strapless skirt, was dancing seductively, shouting at Betsy Russell, who was half-heartedly dancing opposite her, "Relax, have some fun!"
With the booming bar music, seeing that Heather Scott had started dancing with another man, Betsy Russell turned and headed to a nearby sofa to sit down.
Just then, a handsome man approached her and sat down next to her with a hearty smile on his face, "Beautiful, are you drinking alone here? Would you like me to join you?"
Betsy Russell glanced at the man, raised an eyebrow, and coldly refused, "No need!"
"Beautiful, you are really pretty," the man sat next to Betsy Russell, ignoring her rejecting stare, and continued, "How about we have a drink together?"
Betsy Russell looked at the man sitting next to her with some impatience, she was about to say something, when she paused.
This man bore some resemblance to Jared Hughes, however, he looked much younger and the silver hair was particularly eye-catching.
"No need." Betsy Russell could figure out with her toes that this was the man Heather Scott had arranged for her.
"Beauty," the man moved closer to Betsy Russell, his smile growing wider, "Since we're here to have fun, let's have a blast, what do you say!"
Betsy Russell: Who is 'we'?
The man seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Betsy Russell had darkened her face, he leaned in towards her, "Don't you like it here, shall we go somewhere else?"
"Sorry, I came here with a friend!" Betsy Russell got up to leave, she felt like she was being pursued by a relentless admirer.
Heather Scott jumped out laughing from the side, one hand hanging on Betsy Russell's shoulder, whistled at the man, "Hey, little brother, you're not bad!"
Betsy Russell pushed Heather Scott away with one hand, saying somewhat speechlessly, "I'm going."
Leaning towards Betsy Russell's ear, Heather Scott lowered her voice, "This man is called Josh Drew, he's twenty years old. His mother has leukemia and is hospitalized. He was almost raped by several old men when he was trying to collect money for her medical expenses. I happened to see it and saved him, so I thought I'd introduce him to you."
Betsy Russell glared at Heather Scott.
Naturally, Heather Scott knew that Betsy Russell was the kindest person, so she said, "Since you find Jared Hughes attractive, this young boy looks quite a bit like Jared Hughes. Why not keep him around?"
Betsy Russell's gaze fell on Josh Drew's face, she sat back down, waved to Josh Drew, and asked, "Are you still studying?"
"I'm a junior." Josh Drew dropped his previously feigned peppiness, obediently said, sitting upright, like a student listening to a teacher.
"What's your major?"
"Finance." Josh Drew's eyes were slightly red. Today, Heather had told him that as long as he pleased Miss Russell, his mother's medical expenses would be provided. He looked at Betsy Russell expectantly, saying in a low voice, "Miss Russell, I can do anything..."