Abigail's fuse snapped. She was almost about to run up on stage when Damien held her back. He shook his head as though saying that she shouldn't do anything rash. She could only clench her fists and continue to watch from behind. Earlier, the comments began flowing in with people sending congratulatory messages and goodwill wishes. It had taken a completely different turn at the change of questions.
"Oh my! Eunice Parker is looking so good. She hasn't aged a bit!"
"I miss her movies and dramas so much!"
"She answers the questions so gracefully she's really become more mature!"
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"What type of question is that?"
"That hostess is too much. The question seems too personal!"
"But as her fans, we deserve to know what happened and why."
"They're probably doing this just for views!(´ω｀)."
Eunice had anticipated such a question beforehand, so she was well prepared for it. If this woman thought they were gonna have a retake of what happened the last time, she was sorely mistaken. Elanor smirked. "Let's see how you get out of this one!" She mocked Eunice in her no-good head. "Miss Elanor, I already addressed this matter, I needed some time to myself, so I bowed out. That's the truth of the matter." Eunice emphasised the fact that she had already made the same statement in the past and had apologised to her fans.
"But you had a really promising career. Some speculate that your ex-husband had you blacklisted from the industry. Others say your mental health had taken a dip due to the loss of-." Elanor completely had no filter on that dirty mouth.
Eunice abruptly cut her off. "Miss Elanor, you're definitely overstepping your boundaries here. It's normal for netizens and bloggers to speculate, no? As a credible news channel, shouldn't you adequately and thoroughly investigate before making such claims?" She shut her down completely.
"Anyway, the matter has already been addressed, and we don't need to go back to lick old wounds. I only accepted this interview to assure my loved ones that I'm doing fine as well as advertise my new brand. Please be mindful of your words." Her words cut sharp. She had totally disgraced Elanor as well as the Channel live. Using such methods to harass idols and artists was unacceptable and crude.
Elanor was not expecting such a calm but viscous reply such as this. She turned red from shame and anger. She had expected Eunice to get flustered and snap on air so everyone would criticize her, but her answer now was so mature that she would definitely get chewed out for this.
The manager scowled at her. His intense glare made her flinch and return to her senses. "Sorry, Miss Parker, let's let old matters rest. Can you tell us more about your latest line of products?" She begrudgingly accepted defeat and dared not to cause anymore trouble throughout the rest of the interview.
After a while longer, the interview came to an end. "That's all the time we have for today, guys. Join us next time for another exclusive interview."
When they finally stopped rolling, Elanor rushed off stage, looking as though she had been wronged. Abigail and Damien rushed over to her. "Where the hell is that woman going? What do you say Eunice how about I go over to find her and give her the little gift in my pocket!" Eunice shook her head and pulled the enraged woman aside. Abigail had her fists clenched in her jacket pocket. She was prepared to punch that Elanor into the next week.
"I'm so proud of you.You answered the questions flawlessly and didn't even lose it when she started speaking trash." Damien patted her on the shoulder. "What can say? This is the new and improved Eunice Parker. I won't let anyone trample on me that easily." She began to gloat. She had easily been able to turn the tables around and turned the interview into an advertisement for her products.
"Miss Eunice, I'm terribly sorry. We had no idea that Elanor would make things difficult for you!" The manager came over to apologise.
"Heh! If you're truly sorry, shouldn't the culprit come up to apologise herself." Abigail still hadn't calmed down yet. "She's so stubborn. Just wait right here." Thebmanager quickly got people to drag Elanor over. "Apologise, now!" Elanor stared at the manager in shock. Why was he being so respectful to her. She wasn't married to the almighty Marcus Crestwood. Why did they need to be polite with her. She was about to protest when the manager glared at her with serious hate in his eyes. "She relented and gave her half-sincere apology. "But I would like to speak to her alone." Elanor insisted.
At a secluded area of the studio;
"You did that on purpose to embarrass me, didn't you?!" She just didn't know when to quit.
"I tried to embarrass you? Are you listening to yourself? If you dare cross me again, I won't take it so lightly next time. Stay out of my business!" Eunice replied cooly. She turned to walk away. "You never deserved the life you had back then. Don't think you can take everything back since you've returned." Elanor called out after her. Eunice merely scoffed at didn't even look back.
Eunice couldn't help but laugh at Elanor. How could someone be so pathetic. Elanor was the daughter of a wealth socialite. She was also one of the many socialite women in the line of possibly being the wife of the unrivalled Marcus Crestwood. With the sudden appearance of Eunice, many of such women had their hopes crushed. While majority of them chose defeat and quietly stayed away, Elanor was amongst the vengeful few who had refused to let it go and had made Eunice's life hell. Well, this faceslap was just the first of many. She was going to make sure all of them got back a hundred fold of what she went through.
Eunice and Damien dragged the hysterical Abigail from the station. "Elanor, why don't you be a woman and come face me? Coward!" She continued to rant like this till she was stuffed into the van. Abigail really wanted to tear that woman apart. Who did she think she was talking about Eunice's past like that. Eunice just let her be. After all, Abigail was just worried for her.
The interview had gone viral, with many people criticising Elanor snd giving a lot of backlash.
"That sly vixen! What was she trying to achieve by asking such questions?!"
Hmph, some credible channel this is!"
"Yeah, I'm boycotting this show! Last week, our idol Junnie was also harrased like this!"
"Yes, let's boycott..."
Someone else had watched the interview as well and was fuming with rage. His elegant fingers rapped across the screen of his phone as he made a quick phone call.
"Yes, Mr. Crestwood?"...