FreeNovelThe chatroom went dead silent.
They was thinking, “Holy smokes, who's got the guts? That's srisky talk! Aren't they scared that Mr. Lampard would kill them?"
The online crowd was stunned, but the fear was palpable among the live audience and the production crew.
They were terrified of Elio's wrath - That would spell disaster for them.
A trembling crew member, microphone in hand, didn’t dare to approach Elio.
Even the director was meek, too timid to switch the camera angle to Elio.
At that moment, Estood up, gesturing to the crew member with the mic.
The guy bolted over and handed the microphone to Elio.
Egently lifted the mic, looked into the camera, and said, "I've always felt unworthy of my wife. After all, she's outstanding. But if
I'm not worthy, no one else is worthy."
The crowd went silent.
The room was awkward for a moment. Astrid, slightly exasperated, glanced at him, "The question was for me, not you."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEreplied,, "Of course, my love. My bad."
Astrid retorted, "Get out of here, who's your love? Stop claiming wives and making a mess. Sit down."
Estill said, "Yes, my love."
Astrid's grip on the microphone tightened, veins nearly popping. If it weren't for the crowd and the live broadcast, she would've
loved to clock him one.
The guy had a hide thicker than a rhino's!
Executives from Lampard Group exchanged glances, thinking they must be hallucinating.
Taking orders from a woman!
How could such a man be fit for the CEO of Morgenster Corporation?
But the old timers only dared to think this privately. Enow wielded considerable power, and they knew they could be toast if
they stepped out of line.
Astrid shot Ea look, and he raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk of triumph on his face.
The camera caught that smirk, and the online crowd cracked up.
[LOL! Look at Mr. Lampard's sly grin!]
[Dude, HAHAHAHA, he’s just trying to flaunt his love life and make us jealous! LOL]
[Mr. Lampard, you're done for, you've angered Astrid, you're gonna be sleeping alone tonight!]
[That's right! More like he won't even be allowed through the door, look at Astrid’s grip on the mic, veins all popping, like she's
about to throttle Mr. Lampard, HAHAHA]
"[t's clear who's wearing the pants in Mr. Lampard's family, tragic, so tragic, and yet I'm here for it!]
[They are seriously a match made in heaven!]
Elio's smug eyebrow raise at Astrid even made it to the trending searches, and suddenly, social media was flooded with ‘Jealousy’
emojis.
The livestream of the press conference was a hit, and the crew was ecstatic, planning to celebrate with a dinner and karaoke.
As the lead actress, Astrid was expected to join.
But Elio's presence would stiffen the atmosphere, so he left early to work on his laptop in the car until she was done.
After what felt like ages, Astrid called him. He answered softly, "Astrid, are you wrapping up there?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"No, not yet. Cup, room V8788."
"Alright." Ehung up, grabbed her jacket from the back seat, and headed up.
Reaching the private room's door, he was about to knock when it swung open.
And then Astrid yanked him inside!
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