Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 376 - 335: Turnaround, Titans Gather!

[Help me find the contact information for my ex-boyfriends]

Miles Hughes stared blankly at this message.

Ex-boyfriends... their contact information, what is this?

[Miss Maeve Lane, did you have a fight with the young master?]

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to pause for a second before typing:

[Someone is causing trouble. Once you find it, send it to me.]

Maeve Lane briefly explained that she didn’t care what others said about her, but she wouldn’t allow others to involve Julian Fairchild because of her matters. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

This situation not only concerns her reputation but also has a significant impact on Julian Fairchild’s reputation.

Upon reading this, Miles Hughes felt slightly relieved. He did indeed have those people’s contact information, as the young master had asked him to gather that information back in college, so it wasn’t too difficult to find.

After sending the message, Maeve Lane went to sleep.

The next day, she was awoken by Sarah Sutton’s voice.

"What is Mila Miller up to?!"

Maeve Lane opened her eyes and saw her holding the phone, talking to someone, presumably someone from the company.

"Hurry up and contact her agent to tell her to stop talking. Is she an idiot to stir trouble at this time?" Sarah Sutton’s tone was urgent. "Forget it, just give me her agent’s phone number, and I’ll call myself!"

"No need to call them; they won’t listen," Maeve Lane said, putting on her slippers and yawning lazily.

Sarah Sutton paused for a moment and softly apologized, "Sorry for waking you up..."

Then she seemed to realize, "From your tone, you already knew?"

Maeve Lane nodded, "I didn’t tell you last night because I was afraid it would affect your rest."

Sarah Sutton couldn’t help but laugh, "I was wondering why you asked me if my phone had battery last night."

The woman walked to the window and opened it. Corvallo seemed about to rain, with faint thunder rumbling in the distant clouds.

"I didn’t expect Mila Miller to be more cunning than those arrogant show-offs. A few days ago, she still had that innocent demeanor, and now she’s finally revealing her true colors!"

Sarah Sutton seemed dejected, "I’ve already arranged for a lawyer to contact you, and a letter will be issued soon."

Maeve Lane asked, "Are you so sure it’s fake? What if what they’re saying about me is true?"

Sarah Sutton rolled her eyes at her and went to the mini fridge, taking out a pack of frozen dumplings, "How could that be? If I couldn’t even tell this much, then I’d have wasted my three years as your agent."

"I’ve always thought the number of boyfriends doesn’t matter; it’s freedom. Besides, Maeve, you’re so attractive, why shouldn’t you have a few more boyfriends? Otherwise, what if you get deceived by some jerk in the future?"

Maeve Lane raised an eyebrow.

"As long as there’s no infidelity, it’s all good. I also believe you wouldn’t do such things, but now even if you wanted to be with a jerk, it would be hard because Fairchild seems like a good guy."

The girl took out the dumplings to defrost them and then asked, "How many do you want to eat? This brand is really tasty and pretty healthy."

Maeve Lane smiled, looking at the small and delicate buns in the kitchen, "Three."

"Three’s enough? I usually eat six or seven," Sarah Sutton mumbled as she rubbed her belly.

"By the way, you just said not to look for them, why is that?"

Maeve Lane picked up her phone from the bedside and glanced at it. Miles Hughes had already sent her the contact information for all her ex-boyfriends, "Because Mila Miller is targeting me; how could a single phone call from you stop her?"

She lowered her eyelashes and lightly tapped her slender fingers to send another message to Miles Hughes.

Miles Hughes responded with an "Okay."

"Honestly, I’m not that surprised today. If Fairchild knew you before, I feel like the things that happened afterward make more sense. I kind of guessed before, but it was only confirmed today."

After freshening up, Maeve Lane looked at herself in the mirror, "We met in college. Mila Miller was partly right; I went after Julian Fairchild first."

"You chased him first?" Sarah Sutton sounded like she’d heard something novel, "Then you guys ended up..."

How could you become like strangers?

Sarah Sutton pressed her lips together and stopped herself. This was Maeve Lane’s private business, and if she didn’t want to talk, she wouldn’t insist on digging.

"I wasn’t in a good state back then; something happened at home, and my health wasn’t great either," Maeve Lane said, eyes downcast, as she pulled out some tissues to dry her hands.

After turning eighteen, she went through a particularly dark period.

Groggy and unable to distinguish dreams from reality, if it weren’t for her mother’s presence, she didn’t know if she could have made it through.