Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 537

Chapter 537

Chapter 537

Maybe they were only waiting for a better opportunity.

She was in a constant state of tension, bringing her assistant with her wherever she went in the hotel. When she was at home, she was paranoid, needing to check the windows and door many times every night. Sometimes, she would startle herself awake at night.

Larissa’s headache grew worse. She was sure that if things kept going on like this, she would develop some form of mental illness.

Maybe this was the Seymours‘ true goal?

Kevan and Gary were always able to gain first–hand knowledge of her mental state.

Gary would find all sorts of reasons to meet with her, asking about her in roundabout ways. When she relented and complained about her troubles, he would give her some comfort.

Kevan, on the other hand, could only be anxious–Aster was gone, so he did not have a legitimate reason to meet with her. If he randomly went over to her home, she would probably chase him away.

“What should I do?” he asked Dylan, who had long since returned from Covenford. He would go to Kevan’s office at noon every day and have lunch with him.

“You have three options.” Dylan raised three lingers. “One, confess your love to Larissa so you can care about her in a justilled manner- you can pass on this option because a wuss like you would never choose this.”

The moment he finished. Kevan gave him a piercing glare, which he ignored, continuing. “Two, numb yourself with work. If you don’t see it you won’t feel frustrated over it. No matter how you look at L

Larissa is of no concem to you.”

Kevan could not be bothered to even glare at him this time. “Enough, shut your mouth.”

“I’m not even finished- Dylan was displeased. “Why are you so impatient?”

“I don’t need to listen to the rest to know that it’s all bullshit” Kevan returned his attention and focus on the documents before him. He decided that his prior action on asking Dylan for advice was his brain “shorting out“-He should have known. After all when it came to research on women, Dylan was no better than he was.

“The third way is definitely useful!” Dylan moved closer to him, ignoring whether or not he wished to listen, and said in his ear, “You can solve Larissa’s troubles at the root cause.”

Kevan was signing something when he paused, an eyebrow–raising as his interest was piqued by Dylan’s words.

“What are the specifics of such an approach?” he asked.

“Bring down Cosmic Entertainment and ensure that the Seymours are unable to make any comebacks.” Dylan’s eyes glinted.

Kevan took Dylan’s words to heart.

Cosmic Entertainment was on the verge of being bankrupt anyway. All he needed to do was add fuel to the fire-

In a single night, the news of a bunch of Cosmic Entertainment artists doing drugs made headlines on several big media outlets. The paparazzi captured clear pictures in which every artist at the party was exposed in various unbecoming states.

With such concrete proof hammered into existence, countless fans were raging online and unfollowing their former idols. Other netizens who were enjoying the show while fanning the flames of “war” were leaving abusive tweets on the Twitter accounts of the involved artists. The police also brought all artists involved with doing drugs to the police station to investigate them firsthand.

The results of the investigation were posted on the day itself. All artists who had been named in the news tested positive for contraband substances. Worse, the police inadvertently found several secretly filmed sex tapes in the phones of quite a few male artists‘ phones. The women in the tapes were mostly in states of unconsciousness.

These male artists frequently shared the videos in their WhatsApp group chats to compare who took the most tapes in secret,