After scrolling through her phone for a while, Bella Green tossed it aside, leaned against the bed, and frowned in deep thought.
The situation had already escalated to a severe level, yet she didn't have a contract with any company or a manager to handle the PR crisis for her.
Bella Green rubbed her temples.
"Fiona Grantham..."
Did she offend her somehow? To the point where she wants to ruin her without holding back?
Just as she was pondering, the phone beside her rang again. Without even looking, Bella Green answered it, her voice still hoarse and irritable from waking up.
"Hello?"
The other end was silent for a second, then a low, slow voice sounded.
"Where are you?"
The sound of this voice instantly made Bella Green more alert: "Mason Bennett?"
The person didn't respond, clearly unwilling to answer her trivial question.
"I'm at home."
"Get ready to go out. Elliot Morris is coming to pick you up."
