Free Web NovelChapter 1343: Chapter 1340: The Divorce Process, Repeat It Again
The instant Chloe Winston admitted her identity, the live stream room erupted. Although the streamer ended the session, the news quickly spread.
Once the leading actress in the coming-of-age film "When You’re Lonely, Who Will You Miss," Chloe dazzled on the screen but was ruthlessly blacklisted. After two years of silence, she found herself unable to even afford tuition.
The rumors of her being blacklisted were confirmed, sparking deep sympathy and anger among countless netizens.
Game forums, Weibo, and other high-traffic gathering places began fervently discussing, with increasing calls for Chloe Winston’s return to the entertainment sector. Some even started a thread on a forum to rally votes for her and push her into the Weibo trending list.
Young enthusiasts, especially those passionate about gaming, are often full of zeal. Soon, people were contributing money, effort, and strategy. After an article from a million-follower account, they managed to push Chloe Winston to the top of Weibo’s trending list, overpowering the gossip about the leading actress in first place.
Chloe Winston was unaware of any of this.
Meanwhile, in the private residence on Fulham Road, Mr. Constantine Stewart watched the latter part of the live stream and learned that she couldn’t afford her tuition and couldn’t return to her beloved stage. He rose with a grim expression, called Zheng Gu, and very sullenly said, "Come to Fulham Road."
The man hung up quickly after speaking.
Zheng Gu, who received the call, was drinking and dining with friends. Halfway through the meal, he dropped his chopsticks, grabbed his phone and car keys, and rushed out.
"Zheng, you damn, where are you going? We’re only halfway through the meal, and you don’t even have to pay."
"What’s up with Zheng Gu? Why is he running like he’s being chased by ghosts?"
Zheng Gu drove to the private residence on Fulham Road, looking at the super luxurious estate everyone in Imperial City’s elite circles coveted, dared not delay, and asked the butler upon entering, "Is Mr. Stewart in the upstairs study?"
"Yes, Mr. Stewart’s in a bad mood," the butler softly reminded.
Zheng Gu nodded, quietly ascended to the second floor, smelled the alcohol on himself, removed his coat, threw it aside, then knocked on the study door and entered.
The man sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking, his handsome profile exuding a graceful, gentle charm. However, having known Mr. Stewart for years, Zheng Gu knew that the more calm Stewart appeared, the worse his mood.
After high school, Zheng Gu went off to study in France, later graduated with honors, stayed in France for work, and by chance joined Mr. Stewart. When Constantine Stewart returned to the country, Zheng Gu followed.
Working by Stewart’s side was a hundred times better than holding a green card in France.
"Mr. Stewart, did you want to see me?"
Without turning around, Stewart took a drag from his cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said lightly, "Tell me how the divorce happened again."
Zheng Gu’s heart sank. He had arranged Mr. Stewart’s divorce from Mrs. Stewart, knowing he had a new affair. So, he reported the procedural matter after the divorce was finalized and didn’t mention Chloe’s clean departure, fearing it would upset him.
It seemed there was now a big problem. In the past half-year, even the wildly popular Luo Yi Ren from the entertainment sector hadn’t been able to move into the Fulham Road residence. Besides, as far as he could tell, Stewart wasn’t really interested in her. Based on the previous frequency of his attentions to Mrs. Stewart, he would avoid business affairs for ten to fifteen days. Now he had grown so bored he finished dealing with business six months ahead.
"Miss Wen agreed without a word and requested a clean break. After handling the matter, I forgot to mention the clean break to you." Zheng Gu confessed with a pale face.
In reality, Stewart had instructed him to take swift action, unconcerned about any demands from the other party. So when Chloe asked for a clean break, Zheng saw no problem. Who knew, six months later, Stewart would recall that his ex-wife hadn’t taken a massive alimony.
Stewart stubbed out the cigarette, his face looking incredibly unpleasant—so she left without taking a penny, not knowing how she has managed in the past half-year, driving her to resort to game streaming?
"Deduct half a year’s salary." The man said coldly.
Zheng Gu breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, it was just a salary cut and not sending him back to France.
"Mr. Stewart, do you need to reconnect with Miss Wen to discuss alimony?" Smart as Zheng Gu was, having been with Stewart for years, he asked in a low voice.
The man shook his head. He had his pride, and instinctively, he did not want to discuss the divorce.
"You may leave. Previously, Yi Ren mentioned the reality show; arrange it, and I’ll participate." Stewart finished speaking and waved him off.
Zheng Gu was stunned, shocked for the second time that night. Stewart had clearly rejected the reality show before. Why the sudden change?
Zheng Gu left the study, picked up his jacket, and privately speculated. Why ask suddenly about the ex-Mrs. Stewart, then agree to the reality show, making a high-profile appearance to flaunt affection with Luo Yi Ren? What’s the play here?
Out of the private residence, the cold wind brought him to his senses, and he slapped his thigh, "Meh, if I bet on the wrong side again this time, no need for Mr. Stewart to say a word—I’ll just roll back to France myself."
At the same time, the agent of the national movie emperor stealthily arrived at the emperor’s new address, only to find the flawless national male god sitting in front of the screen like a child playing games. The game nickname was so vulgar—"Underwear Fallen From Upstairs"—causing the agent to hold her forehead in disbelief, exclaiming, "Mr. Xu, if your fans knew you were obsessed with gaming, let alone the vulgar name, you’d lose fans terribly."
Charles Taylor flashed a charming smile and continued gaming without distraction, casually saying, "Lucy, do you play? I can carry you."
Lucy rolled her eyes, saying, "Aunt Taylor just called, asking if your bank account has spent several hundred thousand in the last couple of days. She wonders if you’re dating someone?"
As Charles Taylor’s agent, Lucy knew best that the Sutton family elders were anxious for their son to marry to the point of blindness, calling her with any sign of gossip. Unfortunately, Charles Taylor was only interested in acting and gaming, with zero interest in dating or marriage. He’d taken a half-year break, declining all offers and projects, just to play games.
Not acting, why not return to inherit the family estate?
"Gave a reward to a live streamer." Taylor said nonchalantly.
Lucy flared up upon hearing this, pacing back and forth, saying, "Mr. Xu, you’re a public figure. If your fans knew you were obsessed with a female streamer like some adolescent, they’d go mad. What did you say? Who did you reward?"
Lucy’s voice suddenly rose a pitch.
"Chloe Winston." Taylor closed the game, got up, and showed a charming smile that could capture the screen.
"Chloe Winston? You mean the blacklisted Chloe?" Lucy remembered Chloe. There weren’t many attractive and talented new actresses in the entertainment sector, and Chloe had been successful.
"Yes, the Chloe blacklisted by Mr. Stewart of Imperial City." Holding a cup of warm water, he took a sip and said lightly, "I want her back in the entertainment sector."
