Kris Cooper nodded. "So, how did you handle her?"
The moment it was mentioned, Vera Wave instantly perked up. "I have my ways. She likes you, doesn't she? So, I texted her from your phone, asked her to meet, and then had someone post the news in her fan group..." Recounting the events of that night, she gestured excitedly. "Honey, you should have seen it! Her fans were so supportive, and their choice of 'weapons' was something else—eggs, melon seed shells, banana peels... Oh, right, let me show you the photos!"
When he stopped the car, she immediately fished out her phone, brought up the news article, and showed it to Kris Cooper.
"HA... Look, see here... She even had an eggshell stuck to her... HA... So satisfying!"
Staring at the photo on the screen, Kris Cooper didn't laugh. Instead, anger touched his expression.
This time, Vera Wave had been lucky to have an insider. What if she hadn't? Wouldn't she have been the one on the receiving end of such treatment?
