The Woman From Hell

Seeing that I was silent, Shannon comforted me. "It's okay. I believe she'll contact you when she's free."

"Yes, let's go back to work"

"Alright, don't think too much about it."

Shannon patted my shoulder while giving me a warm smile.

"I got it."

The suspicion in my heart was buried, but Shannon's comfort failed to make me wait quietly for Delia to contact me. I wanted to find out the reason.

Delia was a celebrity. The only ones who know her whereabouts best apart from the staff who surrounded her were her fans.

I had a basic understanding of how a fan club worked, and with little effort, I found Delia's fan club on the inte.

I wanted to join the club to follow Delia's movements, but there was a requirement to join the club, which was to follow Delia's account.

I shook my head helplessly and immediately clicked on 'follow'. After that, I successfully joined Delia's fan club.

The posts came flooding the moment I entered.

Delia was now well-known in the entertainment industry, so her fan count should not be underestimated.

Even if each fan were to only make one post, they would all quickly accumulate into hundreds of posts.

I first said hello in the club and then began looking for Delia's recent schedule. I managed to find a detailed one with little effort.

I could not help frowning when I looked at the contents. It was clearly stated on the itinerary that she had not been filming and had only accepted a few commercials in the entire month.

This should not have been the case. I was even more puzzled now. Considering Delia's current popularity, her schedule should be full whether it be filming for shows or commercials.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I pondered over this for a while and quickly came to a conclusion that Delia herself was the reason.

Her itinerary was so empty because she did not want to accept any gigs.

Thinking of what she had told me and her strange behavior, I was a little worried.

Delia was my friend. I had to get to the bottom of this. I might be able to help if something had happened to her.

Although Delia and I were good

friends, I was not familiar with the

people around her. After thinking about it, the only person I could contact was Lola. She was Delia's manager, so she must know what

was going on.

I located Lola's number, and her voice sounded from the other end of the call. "President Lane?"

"Yes, it's me," I responded softly. "Miss Lola, I'm sorry to be calling you. I have something to ask you." "What's the matter?"

Lola's voice was cold. I could tell she was not in the mood to talk to me, but this did not stop me.

"I want to ask about Delia. I saw that

her schedule is very empty and

found it strange. Delia is obviously

capable of taking on more jobs

considering her current popularity."

Lola sneered through the call. "President Lane, it's Delia's decision whether or not she wants to take up more or less work. I have no right to question her."

"I know, I just care about her and would like to know what's going on."

"Don't worry, she's fine."

I knew there was nothing I could ask at that response.

In my desperation, I just exchanged a few more words. Just when I was about to hang up the phone, Lola spoke.

"Wait."

"What's wrong?"

“President Lane, since you have good intentions, I might as well tell you that Delia suddenly asked me to reduce her work." "Okay, thanks for telling me that."

My curiosity was piqued even more after the call. What was happening?

Delia must have encountered something, right? Otherwise, she would not be doing this at all considering her personality.