"Your sister's account got suspended, and you're still in the mood to sleep," Yvonne Carter said, breaking the silence.
"Can't she just register a new one?"
"It's not the same." Faye Lowell stomped her foot. She didn't just want to place high in the competition; she also wanted the slander about her taken down.
Rosalind Lowell couldn't suppress a yawn. "Well, I can't get it unsuspended for you. You need to talk to the company that runs the platform."
"That platform belongs to your fiancé's company. You go ask him to unsuspend it." As usual, Faye Lowell was being completely unreasonable, her tone demanding rather than pleading. She'd always been like this.
"He's just my fiancé. What makes you think he'd listen to me?"
Herman Lowell pushed Faye Lowell aside, raising his hand as if to strike. "Go on. Hit me right in the face. We'll see who's more embarrassed at the engagement banquet—me or you. Or do you plan on having Faye marry him instead?"
Rosalind Lowell stared back at Herman Lowell, her expression unfaltering, her eyes dark.
Herman Lowell froze, his eyes widening. His hand hung in the air, unable to strike yet unwilling to retreat, and his face contorted.
Yvonne Carter played the peacemaker, patting Herman Lowell and stepping in front of Rosalind. "Rosalind, Faye is your sister, after all. We're all family. Now that your sister is in trouble, as the older sister, it's only right that you help her."
Rosalind's lips twitched. 'Now they're saying we're family? After all these years of trying, I've never once been part of their "family." And now I am, just because of this?'
"Fine, Mom, I'll go. But I have one condition."
"Oh? What is it? Tell me," Yvonne Carter's eyes lit up as she replied instantly.
"If I'm not successful, you can't take it out on me. Agreed?"
Just as Yvonne Carter was about to agree, Faye Lowell cut in, "No! You have to succeed!"
She wasn't about to switch platforms after working so hard to build her fanbase.
Rosalind raised an eyebrow, moving to shut the door. "Then I'm sorry, Faye. Mr. Davenport always has that cold look on his face; I'm scared of him, too. Why don't you go yourself?"
'She knew, of course. Faye was just too proud to go herself. This issue wasn't huge, but it wasn't trivial, either. It had definitely caused trouble for the platform company, and whoever went would probably get chewed out. That's why they were sending her.'
'She was used to it…'
"Enough!" Herman Lowell suddenly roared, making the mother and daughter beside him jump. "It's settled. The driver will take you tomorrow."
"Dad?"
"Hush now, Faye..."
Watching the three of them return to their rooms, Rosalind Lowell sighed, closed her door, and leaned against it.
'Yesterday, the driver was for show. Tomorrow, he'll be for surveillance.'
'Riding in the Lowell family's car was a "privilege" she was only afforded on occasions like these.'
...
「Davenport Group.」
Rosalind Lowell looked up at the three connected towers before her, all belonging to the Davenport Group. People bustled in and out. The driver who had brought her watched her enter the building and then, just as she expected, drove away.
Though she had no appointment, the moment she announced her name, the receptionist made a quick call and then enthusiastically led her to the president's office.
"Miss Lowell, this is it."
Although Alaric Davenport had founded his own media company, he still worked out of the Davenport Group headquarters. His office occupied an entire floor.
Rosalind Lowell nodded and knocked on the door.
"Come in." The voice from within was as devoid of warmth as ever.
Rosalind Lowell pushed the door open, revealing a vast office decorated in shades of black, white, and gray, with a massive wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. Every object was arranged in its proper place with an air of understated luxury.
'This was leagues more impressive than her father's office.'
She quickly masked her astonishment. "Mr. Davenport."
Alaric Davenport didn't spare her a single glance, his eyes remaining downcast on the documents before him. His long, thick lashes cast a shadow over his sharp, icy face, which remained perfectly still.