Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148 If Only Whitney Were Here

Chapter 148 If Only Whitney Were Here

Brandon’s headache only got worse.

He pressed his fingers hard against his temples, frustration boiling inside him. “How did she even get there?”

The agent replied, “I have no idea.”

Brandon thought, ‘He doesn’t know anything.”

Brandon snapped, “You don’t know anything? How are you even qualified to be her agent?”

The agent sounded aggrieved. “Wasn’t it your instruction, Mr. Brandon Anderson? You said Emily shouldn’t appear in public or join any shows lately.

“She’s been staying at the hospital to look after Mrs. Anderson, and I haven’t disturbed her at all.”

Brandon’s headache grew even worse.

It felt like countless needles were relentlessly stabbing into his brain.

Brandon thought, ‘If only Whitney were here, I wouldn’t have this headache.

‘She wouldn’t be pulling any stunts or causing more drama when I’m already overwhelmed.’

He’d told Emily again and again to lay low.

He thought, ‘Why can’t she stay put?

‘Does she really believe that by joining that show, making it to the trending topics, and getting some buzz, she can turn things around?

‘How naive. How stupid.’

For the first time, Brandon realized that the sister he’d always thought was smart, sweet, kind, and generous wasn’t at all what he’d thought she was.

He thought, ‘How is that smart? Where’s the kindness or the class?’

She pretended not to care about fame or money, but in reality, whether she was pestering him to get her on Real Survival or dropping hints about Whitney being her backup on the show, it was all about chasing attention.

And now, with everyone trashing her online, she sneaked onto a hit reality show behind their backs to try and fix her reputation.

It was all obvious, shameless ambition.

Brandon’s head was splitting. He hung up the phone, annoyed, and told his assistant to turn on the stream of the show Emily had snuck onto.

The host of the hit show, Liz, was as sharp as ever, throwing out hard-hitting questions without mercy.

She didn’t care one bit that Emily was the Anderson family’s princess.

She went straight for the topics everyone online was obsessed with, asking them one after another.

For example, she asked, “On Real Survival, do you and Whitney really hate each other’s guts? Whitney’s a nobody who only got on the show thanks to you.

“So why do you keep going after her? Was it because Whitney is more capable, prettier, and has a better figure than you that you couldn’t help but turn everything into a competition between women?

“On the show, the Public’s Sweetheart risked everything to save her own lifeguard. Emily, what

mind at that moment?

going through your

“What do you have to say about those videos edited by Whitney’s Sidekick, the ones that claim to reveal the real truth?”

Liz kept firing off questions, one after another, not giving Emily a single break. Emily’s face grew paler and paler with every question.

She sat on the couch, looking like she might faint any

second.

That delicate, fragile vibe actually made her look pretty sympathetic.

Even random viewers online started to think Liz was being way too harsh.

Luckily, Emily had already read through the script Director Rowe gave her, so she knew Liz’s style and what she’d ask.

The script Director Rowe gave her was packed with perfect, scripted responses.

Emily took a deep breath, adjusted her expression, and slipped into her trademark innocent, manipulative persona,