"What's the matter? Do you mean all those photos on the Internet have been deleted?" Susan bellowed through the phone in a fit of rage. "Didn't you say you've got a publicity team, and you were going to make it big?"
The voice on the other line said, "You can't blame me. As long as any information about Hazel comes up, whether it's words or photos, it is being deleted. I contacted the media, but none of them wanted to report it. Susan, there's something wrong. Did Lord Denmark do something behind the scene…"
"Impossible!" Susan growled, "Joshua has never been concerned about these affairs. How could it be him..."
Having said that, Susan felt shocked and uncertain in the heart. In the past, Joshua didn't really care much about this, so she dared to advertise using Joshua's reputation. Joshua always ignored, but why did he suddenly make a move now?
Was it because of Hazel? Susan clenched her teeth at the thought of her embarrassment in the coffee shop just now.
Joshua indeed didn't care before, but there had been people using the media to hurt Hazel, and how could he get her involved in all this since he must follow the three rules of the Crowe family?
The person on the other end of the line continued, "Besides, the theaters suddenly reduced the projection times of the movie you just filmed to less than three percent. Additionally, as for the few advertis.e.m.e.nts and several TV series, it seems the other party would like to back out…"
"What?!" Susan felt cold completely.
She could now be sure that it was Joshua who had done all this. Nobody else could do so much in such a short time. Joshua was warning her.
Taking a deep breath, Susan said, "Got it. I'll handle it."
Hazel watched from afar, regretfully. Although Susan looked very angry, she kept her voice down, so Hazel couldn't hear anything.
Noticing Susan hung up the phone and was about to drive away, Hazel reluctantly walked out to the corner.
Just then, a middle-aged man suddenly rushed towards Susan and grabbed her arm.
"Miss Edwards, you mustn't do that!" The man said with grief and anger, "You are forcing me to die!"
"Let go, you mistake me for someone else!" Susan looked around in a panic lest anyone recognize her.
"Miss Edwards, no kidding. How could I ever mistake you?" The man's face was full of despair, "We made a deal, but how can you back out at this point? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to jump from a building?"
Susan, seeing Joshua from a distance, felt even more nervous. She pushed the man away hard and scolded him fiercely. "What do you want from me? You need to get away from me, even if you want to die. Don't involve me again!"
She got into the car and put her foot down on the accelerator, and left the man standing there, frustrated.
"What are you looking at?" Joshua came to Hazel.
Hazel came to her senses and shook her head regretfully. "Nothing."
Joshua's phone rang, and his eyebrows were slightly raised. It was Sunny.
He answered the phone, "Aunt Sunny."
"Joshua, I have something to talk to you about. Can you come over?" Sunny spoke.
Joshua nodded. "Okay."
"Bring your girlfriend with you so I can meet her," Sunny continued.
"Don't bother, Hazel's shy with strangers," said Joshua quietly.
"Well, then…" Although Joshua's reason was unreasonable sounding, Sunny did not insist.
"It looks like I did meet her last time." Hazel mused.
"Well, she asked me to come to her home," Joshua whispered as he hung up, "Hazel, let me take you to the company first…"
"It's just a few steps away from the company." Hazel was speechless. "I'm not a kid, and I can go to the company myself."
Joshua chuckled. "Okay, I'll be back soon."
Hazel nodded. Suddenly, she looks at him suspiciously, "You didn't tell her… my identity, right?"
"No." Joshua's eyes turned deep. "The fewer people know about this, the safer you'll be. I don't trust anyone except you and me."
Hazel was greatly touched. Joshua was so careful with her safety.
As Joshua drove away, Hazel was already at Denmark Group's building but couldn't resist turning her head around.
She saw the man who had stopped Susan, walking down the street in a trance. When he was almost being hit by a car, and even the driver swearing at him, he didn't respond.
Hazel furrowed more tightly. Somehow, she thought the man looked a little familiar as if she'd seen him somewhere.
He looked as if he really didn't want to live anymore, and he had such a fight with Susan. He didn't really want to commit suicide?
Hesitating for a few moments, Hazel quietly caught up with him.
The man went to the nearby mall and took the elevator to the top floor. Hazel caught up in another elevator. When she got to the roof, she saw the man desperately leaning over the railing, as if he were about to jump off!
In an instant, she got nervous. No, no! She had to say something to stop him from jumping!
"Are you Susan's boyfriend?" she cried hastily.
Hearing Susan's name, the man felt a shock and abruptly came to his senses. The next moment, he turned his head around in anger and glared at Hazel. "What nonsense? I have a wife and a kid; how can I be that kind of woman's boyfriend?"
Hazel heaved a long sigh of relief. She just tried to distract his attention. He was plain looking, and a bit disheveled, and he was really not the type Susan would like.
"Then you should at least think about your wife and kid. If you jump down now, who would take care of them?" Hazel tried to persuade him with emotion.
"My wife has long since divorced me, the child lives with her," the man said with a wry smile. "I have accomplished nothing all these years, and I did not dare to meet my son, he will not recognize me now…"
Hazel felt embarrassed. Her emotional persuasion didn't work at all, but it strengthened his decision to jump off the building.
Then she asked directly, "What did Susan Edwards do to you that made you take it to heart and even want to kill yourself?"
The man glared at her. "Why should I tell you? Are you trying to stop me?"
"Don't worry, I'll never stop you. If you really jump and the police ask me, I can tell them the reason for your suicide." Hazel spoke, "Besides, you're not afraid to die. Why are you afraid to tell me that?"