Without a doubt, this must be Anson Lane coming to hold someone accountable.
But what right does Anson Lane have to meddle in her affairs anymore?
Maeve Lane sneered and picked up the phone, "What advice do you have, Mr. Lane?"
The voice on the other end seemed furious, "You unfilial girl!"
"Heh," Maeve scoffed. "I haven't been your daughter for a long time. Your only daughter is Sylvia Lane."
Anson Lane seemed to choke for a moment but quickly regained his composure, not forgetting what he came to do, threatening, "How dare you seduce Young Master Fairchild? Do you believe I won't expose that incident from years ago? Let's see how you survive in the entertainment industry then!"
A trace of imperceptible hatred flashed in Maeve's eyes, but it was only fleeting. She even disguised her voice perfectly, showing no emotion, "You can give it a try. After all, I have nothing now. My reputation is gone, but when that happens, neither the Lane Family nor the Landry Family can walk away clean!"
"You! You truly are shameless! No wonder you were messing with men at eighteen!"
Maeve gripped the phone tightly.
Only Sylvia Lane and she were here.
Sylvia Lane loved seeing her angry, but Maeve refused to give her the satisfaction.
"Heh, you might as well ask your beloved daughter about this; she's the happiest one."
"What do you mean! Are you trying to drive a wedge between me and Sylvia now?!"
Sylvia's voice seemed to be sobbing, but her expression was exceedingly smug, "Dad, it's all my fault. If I had watched over sister properly, she wouldn't have..."
"How is this related to you, Sylvia? It's this shameless..."
"President Lane," Maeve coldly interrupted him, "I'll say this one last time: if you interfere with my auditions or life again, we'll both lose. Recently... isn't the Landry Family preparing to go public?"
The Landry Family is Sylvia Lane's stepmother's family.
Currently, the Lane Family and the Landry Family are undoubtedly an interest community.
They are now in the spotlight, unable to afford any mishaps.
"Are you threatening me!?"
Anson Lane was genuinely infuriated by Maeve, taking several deep breaths to calm down. Just as he was about to speak, Maeve hung up the phone!
Maeve abruptly ended the call and looked at Sylvia, "I've taken the call, you can leave now."
Sylvia gritted her teeth, and whenever she encountered Maeve, a surge of inferiority and jealousy from their high school days overwhelmed her!
Everyone knew the Lane Family had a cold and proud eldest daughter like a red rose, but no one knew that with every compliment towards Maeve, Sylvia's hatred for her grew.
"Do you want to know who the man you slept with was?"
Maeve narrowed her eyes, "If you wanted to tell me, you wouldn't have waited until now, and besides... I don't want to know."
Sylvia gently caressed her face with her hand and suddenly said pitifully, "Sister, you must not be blaming me all this time, right? Originally, you could have been engaged to Fairchild's second young master at eighteen, but who knew you'd mess around with a random man the night before the ceremony."
"What a pity..." Sylvia "regretfully" said, "I wish I had recorded your panicked expression then to relish it, but unfortunately, I forgot. So, how is it? Thinking about it now, did my gift of a man serve you well?"
Maeve only felt nauseous from Sylvia's hand on her face.
She sneered coldly and directly grabbed Sylvia's wrist, giving her a slap!
"Ah!! What are you doing!"