I stared at him, asking each word clearly. “No big deal?”
“Zion, tell me—”
“Who is going to make up for the losses caused today?!”
Clearly, Zion had never expected people online to push back against Maeve this hard.
The livestream of “Knowing Me” was nearly drowned out; the rolling comments were packed with jokes and doubts.
The backstage inbox was blowing up.
I held the trending page toward him. In just a few seconds, the phone shook several more times; every call was from a business partner.
But he only wrinkled his brow a little.
“Is it that serious?”
“Players just want some emotional comfort. Give them a few free skins, some limited outfits, and they’ll forget.”
Zion spoke casually, “I’ll take care of tonight’s losses. Don’t make a big fuss.”
As soon as he finished, partners rushed over to pull him away; there was a pile of follow-up chaos waiting for him.
Once Zion left, the always quiet and obedient Maeve finally raised her head.
The fear on her face vanished in an instant, replaced with a barely hidden smug look.
“Natalie, look at you, so what if you’re pregnant?”
“You can’t even hold onto your man.”