“If not for Maeve’s livestream support, the rise of ‘Knowing Me’ wouldn’t have happened this fast.”
“Today’s growth of ‘Knowing Me’ is thanks to Maeve.”
The audience burst out again.
I shut my eyes, my chest tightening again and again.
My phone shook nonstop in my hand.
The PR team, investors, partners, core staff… calls came one after another.
Yet Zion stood on that stage, openly protecting his mistress.
He treated everyone’s hard work like a tool to please a woman.
After his speech ended, the host almost rushed out to save the scene, quickly pulling the event back on schedule, bringing out the famous young actor we originally invited. Only then did the mood barely settle.
But the programs that followed became more and more rushed.
And offstage, Zion stayed at the side, softly comforting Maeve.
Her eyes were red, quietly crying. “It’s all my fault… if I hadn’t gone off-key, no one would yell at you like this.”
Zion’s voice was gentle, even pampering. “It’s fine, people forget fast, it’ll fade soon.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I walked over and held my phone in front of him.
On the screen was the fresh top trending tag.
#KnowingMeFiveYearAnniversaryDisaster
#ZionBringsMistressOnStage