"Damn it!" Julian Campbell looked at the webpage and couldn't help but curse, "Is this Grace Wilson out of her mind? Why does she always have it out for my aunt?"
"What are you doing, man? What are you doing?" George Reed grabbed Julian Campbell's hand just as he was about to respond online, sweating anxiously, "Are you really planning to argue with her online?"
"Of course! We're in the same crew. If I don't confront her directly, should I go anonymously?" Julian was shaking with anger, "It's obviously her framing my aunt, and if I don't fight back, do I just sit back and watch her spout nonsense online?"
"Even if you're going to argue with her, can we use some tact? Maybe tell your aunt what's happening first, okay?" George Reed expressed that as Julian Campbell's manager, dealing with him likely took years off his life.
"Hmm, then I'll call my aunt." Julian thought it over, finding the idea reasonable, so he dropped the immediate plan to engage and called Sophie Wilson.
