?<strong>Chapter 644:</strong>


    As Bobby sank deeper into the couch, nursing a burgeoning headache, he caught snippets of the actress’s phone conversation. “I’m sorry. My hands were tied—my boss insisted. Wait, you’reing here now?”


    The actress nced at Bobby, reading the dismay on his face. It seemed her nned charade for the paparazzi might fall t. Her boss’s attempt to drum up publicity was turning into a fiasco.


    “Don’t worry. My agent will be here shortly,” she told Bobby.


    Bobby never expected that her agent would be Fannie.


    Fannie was apletely different person from a few months ago. Her features had be sharper, and her substantial influence within thepany was evident from the actress’s respectful demeanor towards her. Bobby hadn’t seen her in quite some time. His most recent memory was of bumping into Jett during a business tripst week. He attempted to say hello, but Jett had disregarded him.


    Fannie had slipped in disguised as hotel staff. Since she was rtively unknown in the industry, her entrance went unnoticed.


    Right after entering, Fannie scolded the actress, unaware that Bobby, involved in this publicity stunt, was the male lead.


    “Why didn’t you consult me before you went ahead with this? Do you realize the damage it could do to your reputation if things go awry? Aren’t you interested in maintaining an entertainment career?”


    The actress replied sulkily, “What could go wrong?”


    Known throughout the city as a yboy, Bobby was famous for flirting with any woman who showed interest in him. Bobby had been so drunk the night before that he had no memory of being carried back to his room by the hotel staff. Thus, he was unaware of how the actress had gotten into his room. She had intended to seduce Bobby, but his drunken unresponsiveness thwarted her ns. She had ended up staying awake all night and only disrobed at dawn.


    Her attempts to me Bobby had been unsessful, as he had resisted. With no options left, she sought Fannie’s assistance.


    “Fannie, let’s focus on figuring out how to manage the troublesome paparazzi outside instead of scolding me.”


    Fannie realized that the priority was to resolve the current issue, so she turned her attention to the sofa. Bobby greeted her with a cheerful grin.


    “Hey!”


    Fannie momentarily lost herposure.


    “Why are you here?” Fannie asked.


    “I’m a celebrity.” Bobby tilted his head towards the actress by his side. “Is she under your management?”


    Struggling to remain calm, Fannie answered, “Yes. Have you two been intimatest night?”


    The actress tightened her fists, ground her teeth, and nodded.


    Fannie wasn’t shocked. She knew that artists had their own private lives, which shouldn’t be overly scrutinized just because they were in the public eye.


    “Mr. Kelly, if you don’t mind—”


    Bobby interjected, “I do object.”


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