"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the staff saw the photos on my phone and posted them directly. I had no idea..."
Juliet Anderson apologized anxiously.
"I'm having my staff delete the Facebook post."
"No need to delete it."
Ethan Martinez's phone was taken away by Brother Luo.
"Hello Miss Anderson, I'm Ethan's agent, Brother Luo. I hope this is the last time. If you really need to post something about Ethan next time, I hope you discuss it with us in advance."
Brother Luo said these words not out of generosity, but because leaving it up is the best way to handle it.
If the post is suddenly deleted, the ensuing effect would be even more sensational, and by then, any explanation would likely be disbelieved.
"Okay, I'm really sorry, Brother Luo, I really didn't know..."
Listening to Juliet Anderson's words, Brother Luo's lips remained curled in mockery.
To be honest, he didn't believe a thing Juliet Anderson said.
Claiming she didn't know—who's buying that?
