When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

When the Family 102

Chapter 102 Time to Strike Back

“Anyone who believes Julia’s nonsense doesn’t deserve to be an Easton fan.”

“As far as I’m concerned, the show has already cleared it up–Easton’s innocent.”

Finished

Meanwhile, in the apartment where Jean and Easton were glued to their phones, they naturally. saw Julia’s new tweet.

After reading it, Jean had only one thought: Tsk. This Julia chick is so fake. What is it with her obsession with playing the victim? How does she even have the guts to type this crap? Doesn’t her conscience hurt?

Pili.” Easton let out a low chuckle.

Jean looked up and saw Easton with a lazy, carefree smile–calm as ever. She couldn’t help but frown a little. How is this guy so chill right now? Doesn’t he realize he’s one step away from career death?

But somehow, the situation was following the same rhythm as before. Even with the production. team and rescue workers coming forward to clear things up, the public still refused to believe.

And Julia’s sudden “pity me” tweet? Jean hadn’t seen that coming.

That definitely wasn’t in the original script.

Clearly, this surprise tweet from Julia was nothing short of throwing gasoline on the fire–it had pushed Easton even deeper into the mess.

“Jean.”

jean was still lost in thought when Easton’s deep voice cut through.

She looked up instinctively-

The man’s eyes shimmered faintly, the corners of his mouth curled into a casual smile. “You’re worried about me, huh?”

Jean blinked, caught off guard. Then she cleared her throat and replied coolly, “Nope. Whatever happens to you is none of my business.”

Easton smirked, his tone light and teasing. “Such a liar.”

Jean opened her mouth to fire back, but before she could, Easton’s phone started ringing.

He glanced down. It was his manager again.

guess why

Time to

Finished

are getting real bad,” his manager said the second

“Didn’t you say

sponsors have been calling me nonstop… If we

once asked me if I actually did it. Did you just assume I’m

There was a pause.

manager had assumed he

to Easton. If she hadn’t truly been wronged, why would she dare to

knew Easton. They’d worked together for years. Easton wasn’t a bad guy, but he wasn’t a saint either–smiled on the outside,

didn’t like or care about, it was totally possible Easton would turn a blind eye. He wouldn’t

the manager never questioned it. He just assumed Easton had done

besides, if Easton had been wrongfully accused,

of

clear your name for so long,” the manager muttered, “So of course

his head

The man glanced at his watch, voice low

you mean by that?” the manager asked,

was also watching

a subtle arc, but his eyes were icy cold.

surprise. Wait–did this guy already have a

Easton

brand endorsements and even several drama contracts were now rumored

11:57 PM

Time to

Finished

against him. People said Easton deserved it and hoped

Twitter gained hundreds of

stark contrast, Easton’s own Twitter was

Easton’s fans

suddenly

finally here,

at all those nasty

“Why am I crying?”