A bitter smile slowly emerged on Julia's face. Bad news always seemed to travel faster than good news.
"I'm at home," she responded to Samuel, staring at the ceiling.
"Wait for me at home. I'll be there soon," Samuel curtly replied as he was about to hang up.
Although he still had an important scene to shoot, he wasn't able to focus. He couldn't stop worrying about Julia after what had just happened.
For the first time in his life, he was going to ask the crew to stop shooting. He just wanted to stay with Julia.
"There's no need," Julia replied in a hurry. "I'm alright. Also, aren't you in the middle of a shoot? You shouldn't come over."
"But..." Julia interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.
"Don't bother. I'm fine," she insisted, as if nothing had happened. She didn't want him to worry. "Besides, Consuela went to the office for a meeting. I believe that she'll have a solution soon. Even if you come today, you won't be able to go inside. The police have the area surrounded. They might turn their attention to you if you come over and I don't want you to get involved anymore."
She tried to convince him that she was alright. "I'll invite you for drink in a few days, just when everything has settled down. Will that be alright?"
"Yeah, okay then." Samuel nodded, respecting her decision. He knew her too well; once she made up her mind, she stuck with it.
After hanging up, she looked at her phone. Overwhelmed by the scandal, she collapsed.
Although Consuela repeatedly asked her to stay at home, Julia felt like she was suffocating inside. She had to go out and ask Jean why she did this to her.
'She already took everything away from me. Why couldn't she just let me go?'
The reporters were still outside. She had to figure out a way to leave without them noticing her.
While she was thinking, there was a knock on the door. Like a frightened bird, Julia slowly looked through the peephole to find Eric standing outside.
For a while, she was stunned, wondering what he was doing here. When she opened the door, she asked, "Why are you here?"
"Let me in." The usual cheerful look on Eric's face was replaced by seriousness. He closed the door behind him and looked at her. "What's wrong, Julia? Who on earth did you offend? Why are they hurting you?"
"Can't you see?" Annoyed, Julia turned on the TV. All the channels were reporting the same thing. She stopped at one program and pointed at Jean's delicate face. "It's because of her."
"Jean?" Eric knew Jean as well. Although he didn't like her when they were kids, he didn't expect her to do something as terrible as this.
"Are you sure about this?" Eric asked with a frown.
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