Back in the hospital, Leila was still under the emergency treatment. The light outside of the operating room was still on.
Sheryl paced back and forth, feeling the panic rise inside of her, but she managed to stay calm still.
She looked over behind her and saw there were still a few journalists lingering by the door with their eyes opened wide ready for any new update.
The newsmen didn't dare cause a scene. Moments ago, there were more than two handfuls of press waiting outside, but now there were only one or two workers of each journal or newspaper office left, waiting to get the latest report on this situation.
Sheryl understood them. They were only doing their own jobs and only fulfilling their own tasks to make a living, but she hoped more that they would leave at once and give her the respect and privacy she and Leila deserved. They felt like bombs ticking, ready to explode at any time.
Although they were behaved right now, for sure, once the doctors were out to give the details of Leila's situation, they would create a commotion to get the information first, so that they could publish first. Sheryl did not want that to happen, so she had to find a solution to make the press leave as soon as possible.
'What should I do?' she asked herself, still pacing back and forth.
Two hours passed and still, she had nothing. She tried her best to think and figure out a way. Suddenly, as if a lightbulb flashed on top of her head, she thought of an idea.
'They like it best to drag up hot gossip about the stars.' She didn't know if the information in her mind could attract their attention, but it was still worth a try.
As she thought about the words she was going to say, Sheryl slowly took her cellphone out and pretended to answer a call. With a loud and audible voice enough for the press nearby to hear, she said, "Hello? Rachel? How come you thought of calling me?" Sheryl paused, pretending as if the caller on the other end of the phone was talking.
"Wait, what? You are having dinner with Steve? My God, is he Steve Pei? The one who won the award of Best Actor this year?"
As Sheryl spoke, she started to notice that several of the journalists perked their ears and couldn't help but listen in on the conversation carefully. By the time they heard Steve Pei's name, their eyes opened wider as if they just heard something juicy, and they became anxious to hear more of the details, walking nearer towards Sheryl.
Sheryl saw their restless action out of the corner of her eye, but she stood and showed her back towards the press, pretending that she didn't see them, and continued to pretend to chat with Rachel on the phone.
"Really? You and Steve are good friends? And that you often see each other? Oh my God, is there something between you two? Girl, you are so lucky. I tried to make an appointment with him for several times already, but he never responded to my requests..."
The press gathered near Sheryl unconsciously. By now, they were slowly becoming uninterested about Leila in surgery right now and focused their attention on Sheryl, who was spouting more juicy information.
"So, where are you having dinner? Really? The Sandesy Restaurant? No way. The seat reservations there are extremely difficult to get. I have to reserve a seat one week before, so I get a good one! It must be because of Steve's charm and power. Oh, Rachel, you are extremely lucky to be with him tonight."
Sheryl turned around and pretended to look shocked and angry. She suddenly stopped speaking and said into the phone, "Rachel, excuse me for a moment." Afterwards, she covered the mouthpiece on her cell phone and turned to the press around her with furrowed eyebrows. "Didn't your parents ever teach you that it is rude to listen in on other people's calls?"
The journalists exchanged embarrased looks without saying anything.
At that very moment, Sheryl could see how anxious and eager these journalists were to confirm the reliability of this information they just heard from her. All of them looked like they were about to race to Sandesy Restaurant.
Sheryl narrowed her eyes and eyed them carefully. She then asked them a question that would purposedly catch their attention. "Say, what can I do to make you stop following me?"
All of them turned to exchange looks once more, and finally, a journalist, who looked like he had been dying to ask some questions to get some scoop, spoke. "Mrs. Lu, there is one thing if you don't mind. Did you really mention Steve Pei on the phone right now?"
"Yes, so what about it?" Sheryl responded and pretended to be innocent.
All of them started to talk to each other, creating quite a fuss.
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