The Woman From Hell

Chapter 74

Having said that, she packed up all sorts of snacks and fruits for me, as well as a thermos full of soup.

I could not refuse, so I took everything. It would make a pretty good lunch, at least.

Upon arriving at the office, Heidi reported that preliminary work was underway. The celebrities were all staying in the hotel and the director was giving them their final instructions.

The first filming location was to be indoors, inside a shopping mall. To not disrupt the mall's shops, the filming had been set to begin tomorrow night.

Everyone was doing their own job, and there was nothing much I could help with.

"Wanda..." Heidi did not leave after she finished reporting on work. She hesitated to continue.

"Is there something difficult you want to say to me?" Seeing her reluctance, I had no choice but to prod her o nit.

"Oh, no..." Heidi immediately waved her hands. "It's about work... Sigh, well, Newlight Media said that Sandy has to be the spokesperson, no matter what competition you decide to hold, or..." "Or what?" I was curious. Newlight Media's boss had

not been this stubborn when we had spoken previously. It had only been a few days, but he was already getting so pushy.

head, not saying a

I raised

consequences!" After a pause, she continued, "I think they're just trying to intimidate us. I didn’t want to tell you this at first because

I understand. You

my thoughts. It looked like Newlight Media's backer was threatening me with Grant Corporation. Why had they not directly

react to learning about this, after recalling what Xander had said the last time, I did

Newlight Media's attitude, landing an endorsement was probably not the only thing they wanted. There had to

a trick, a reason for them to target Grant

to take Grant Corporation seriously. Even if it was just for my grandmother’s sake, I had to think of a way to solve this problem and not let them use this as an excuse to give Grant

After thinking about it for a very long time, I pulled out my phone and swiped to a number I had never taken the initiative to call. With trembling hands, I pressed the

came over the line. "Six years, one month, and three days. You

voice was low and deep. The voice on the line was cold and

phone. After a very long time, I suppressed the fear in my heart

save for heavy breathing. Soon, there was the sound of a lighter flickering. "You haven't said who I am

hands to the rest of my body. The unease in my heart was spreading to the rest

had not called out that name for