"On the second day,
Before Eleanor even got up, she received a message from Bianca.
[Elle, don't forget our appointment, okay!]"
Eleanor, still half-asleep, glanced at the message and yawned, then tapped on the phone screen: [Auntie, I won't miss it.]
After sending the message, Eleanor crawled back and lay down beside Alessia again.
Although Eleanor's movements were small, they still caused Alessia, who was lightly sleeping, to open her eyes.
She gently touched her daughter's soft belly and asked, "Who did you message?"
Eleanor, with her eyes closed, snuggled in Alessia's arms and replied in a muffled voice, "A friend."
It should be from Chris, the new friend she made, and it seems like they've made up.
Her daughter is obedient, so she's always reassured.
Alessia's gaze softened as she turned her head and saw her son sleeping on the left, his small hands tightly clutching her arm.
The little guy was curled up like a small shrimp.
This sleeping position, psychologically, indicates a lack of security.
Alessia furrowed her brows, her gaze falling on Christopher's sleeping face.
The little guy has changed a lot recently. If his face wasn't exactly the same as before, she would have suspected he was someone else.
The sun slowly rose.
In the study, Alessia's phone rang for the second time.
The first call was from Dylan, it rang twice and then hung up, and the second call was also from Dylan.
Alessia pressed the answer button, and Dylan's despondent voice came through.
"Sist, it seems like I've caused trouble for you again. The privacy of that private kitchen last night was really good, and I didn't expect to run into Sisca, I didn't expect the video to leak..."
"Get to the point," Alessia put it on speaker and placed the phone on the table, her tone flatly emphasizing.
After coming back last night, she looked into Dylan's background again.
Dylan was raised by his grandmother since birth, he fought and brawled since he was young, and he entered the entertainment industry without graduating from vocational school.
He's just an ordinary person who struggled at the bottom of society. If he hadn't become famous, perhaps he would still be living a mediocre life, or perhaps he would have died in some corner during a fight.
Dylan's growth trajectory completely overlapped with the boy in her memories who covered his crying with laughter.
Born in the wilderness and grew up wild.
He has nothing to do with the mysterious Z!
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and after a while, another person's voice came through.
"Hello, Miss La Rosa. I'm Dylan's agent. This matter can't be explained over the phone. Can you come to our company? If you can, I'll send someone to pick you up now."
The man's tone was serious, indicating that the matter was not trivial.
"No need, I'll come by myself." Alessia lowered her gaze and agreed after some thought.
Mommy's going out.
At the doorway of the study, two little heads peeked in and then quickly retreated, silently exchanging a glance.
If Mommy doesn't go out, they won't be able to meet Auntie.
Just as the two little ones were about to slip away, their collars were grabbed from behind.
"Do you want to go out and play?"
Alessia lowered her almond-shaped eyes, looking at the two little ones in front of her who seemed to be up to something.
"Don't want to," Eleanor blinked, shaking her head like a tambourine.
Christopher also shook his head reservedly.
A hint of puzzlement flashed across Alessia's face. It's understandable that Elle didn't want to go out, but the lively and active Chris also didn't want to leave the house. Could it be that he's developed a problem from staying indoors too much lately?
Her son suddenly feeling insecure could also be due to her habit of keeping them at home recently.
After all, Toronto is still unfamiliar territory for the two little ones.
Dylan's company is located near the commercial plaza, where there are many unique restaurants. It would be a good opportunity to accompany her son and daughter to play and have a meal.
"Let's go then!" Alessia made up her mind.
Alessia looked at Christopher, a hint of satisfaction appearing on her pale face.
Both her son and daughter were wearing dresses today. With masks and hats on when going out, even if they run into Dominic, it shouldn't be a problem.
Alessia walked ahead with the two little ones following behind.
Eleanor lowered her voice and secretly pulled Christopher's sleeve. "Brother, what should we do now?"
A touch of wisdom flashed across Christopher's delicate face.
He looked at Alessia's back and whispered in a low voice, "Send a message to Auntie, and we can change the meeting place at any time."
Eleanor blinked her clear eyes and nodded in agreement.
There's no other way, they can only do this.
Anyway, Mommy will have something to do later, and she'll definitely ask the nanny-Mrs. Cate to take care of them. They'll have a chance to slip away then.
...
An hour later, Alessia arrived at the commercial plaza by car.
To make it easier to go out, she bought a car as soon as she arrived in Toronto, completing all the procedures just yesterday.
Alessia first took the two little ones into the mall. As they passed by the amusement center, Christopher suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Christopher's small face was covered by his hat, only revealing his prominent nose and tiny mouth. He pointed his chubby finger towards the bouncing trampoline inside.
"Mommy, I want to play on that."
Alessia looked over. At this moment, there were several children playing with ocean balls on the trampoline.
"Then you two go ahead and play. I will come find you after I'm done," Alessia's eyes softened.
It's a weekday today, so it's unlikely they'll run into someone like Dominic, who's a workaholic, in a childish place like an amusement center.
After all, encountering something like what happened at the game park last time is probably a one-in-a-million chance.
Eleanor tapped her fingers and said obediently, "Go ahead, Mom. I'll take care of brother and Mrs. Cate, and won't let them run around!"
Alessia bent down, pinched her daughter's cheek, and then went to Dylan's company.
When Alessia arrived at the company, Dylan's assistant was already waiting at the door.
As the assistant pushed open the door to the meeting room, a folder flew straight towards Alessia.
Alessia caught it and looked inside the room.
She saw Dylan wearing a black baseball cap and a black T-shirt, arguing with a nerdy-looking man wearing glasses.
When the two looked over, Dylan restrained his temper and awkwardly called out, "Sis."
Alessia handed the folder to the assistant beside her. Before she could speak, the nerdy man came forward and said, "Miss La Rosa, I'm Marcus. We just talked on the phone. I wanted to ask for your help in clarifying something. The incident last night with Sisca has nothing to do with our company."
"Marcus, don't be shameless. Without her, there would be no me--Dylan, today. If you dare to push her out to take the blame, I won't let you off," Dylan exploded again and rushed forward to protect Alessia.
Marcus was stunned for a moment, then started cursing, "You idiot, you're not the one who hit someone, why are you acting like a hero? Do you really want to quit the entertainment industry because of this?"
"If it wasn't for me provoking her first, Sisca wouldn't have come looking for her. Besides, I'm tired of the entertainment industry long ago," Dylan retorted nonchalantly.
Upon hearing this, Marcus's face turned red with anger.
From the looks of it, the two wouldn't reach a resolution even if they argued for another half an hour.
Alessia's eyes deepened. After hearing all this, she probably understood what was going on.
The whole thing started because she slapped Sisca last night.
"That's enough!" Alessia pushed aside the still-arguing Dylan and walked into the meeting room, taking a seat on a chair at random.
"If you keep arguing, get out!" Alessia glanced coldly at Dylan.
After speaking, she looked at Marcus again. "Tell me, how serious is this matter? Do you need me to take the blame?"
Marcus was a bit embarrassed. Although Alessia's tone was cold, he could sense her disdain.
No one wants to be the villain, but this matter involves Dylan's future and his own career prospects.
Without hesitation, Marcus opened his phone, found two video clips, and handed them to Alessia.
Alessia's eyes flickered slightly as she scrolled through the videos on her phone.
One video showed her slapping Sisca in the restroom.
The other video showed Dylan standing in front of her, confronting Sisca in the restaurant.
Of course, Dominic and the others in the second video were already pixelated.
The titles of the videos read: "Dylan's first love out of jealousy, slaps Sisca in the restroom, Dylan blindly defends his first love."
The comments under the videos were all insults directed at her and Dylan. Some of Sisca's fans even threatened to dox her, causing her to become a social outcast.
Sisca's ability to distort the truth seems to have reached its peak.
Alessia's almond eyes flashed with coldness. She could endure attacks against herself and Dylan, but if these brainless fans dug up her information and exposed Dominic and Eleanor, that would be big trouble.
This had already crossed her bottom line!
Alessia handed the phone back to Marcus and looked at Dylan. "Bring your computer over here."
"Okay." As soon as Alessia spoke, Dylan almost didn't need to ask why, and had his assistant bring a laptop over.
Alessia opened the computer and swiftly typed on the keyboard, displaying a series of incomprehensible code on the screen.
A few minutes later, all the videos and comments about her on the internet disappeared completely.
"It's gone, this is so cool." Dylan looked amazed, continuously refreshing his phone screen.
A hint of satisfaction flashed across Marcus's face, but it quickly faded away.
Alessia closed the computer.
Marcus spoke up, "Miss La Rosa, deleting the videos and comments from the internet is just a temporary solution. This matter hasn't been resolved, and new videos will come out soon. Actually, solving this matter is very simple. You just need to apologize. After all, you're just an amateur, it won't affect you much."
"No impact? You say it so lightly, but how many people have been driven to their deaths because of online harassment in recent years?" Dylan kicked his chair in anger and looked at Alessia.
"Sis, don't worry about these messy things. I just wanted to inform you about this. How's the security where you're staying? Maybe you should take a break somewhere else for a while and come back later." Dylan's eyes were full of concern, and sincere eyes couldn't lie.
Alessia pursed her lips.
Dylan had already arranged everything. "Sis, go back and pack your bags. I'll have someone book your flight tickets soon."
After saying that, he had his assistant escort her back.
"No need." Alessia refused and left.
Of course, this matter needed to be resolved, but it couldn't be done according to Marcus's suggestion.
The root cause of this matter was Sisca. To solve the problem, she had to find Sisca, and the sooner the better, considering how fast public opinion was spreading.
Marcus didn't expect Alessia to leave without hesitation and disappeared from the meeting room in the blink of an eye.
Marcus crossed his arms and sarcastically remarked, "Is this your sister, who's doing it for your own good? When something happens, she runs away without caring about your life or death."
Dylan pressed down on his cap brim, bloodshot eyes filled with despair as he said, "Stop talking. I was the one who started this mess in the first place. She's already innocent enough to be involved. I'll compensate you for your losses."
"Compensate? Even if you sold yourself, it wouldn't be enough."
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