Freya did not expect that what came first was not Mr. Norris's agreement on Chris and her relationship.

But her bad press all over the place.

There was not a sign of the matter.

On Sunday morning, when she was still in sound sleep between her warm sheets, suddenly an astute ringing woke her up.

She occasionally would get mad if she was jerked awake, and today she was feeling that and wouldn't answer the call somehow, so she just violently poked Chris, who was holding her.

Since being with Freya, Chris's sleep pattern had been greatly improved. He could usually sleep through the night, but would still easily wake up when some noise sounded.

He fumbled for Freya's mobile phone and checked the number. "It's Candy."

"Take it..."Like an earthworm, Freya curled into Chris's arms and lazily said, "It must be about work... I don't want to listen... and she knows we're dating. Relax..."

Chris sobered himself up and slid on the screen with his thumb, and then Candy's worried voice cracked like a firecracker.

"Freya, listen, no matter where you are, don't go out, turn off your phone and use your private number. Wait for me to call you!"

Chris frowned. "What happened?"

"Boss... Su?" Only after a second, the professional Candy realized. "Freya is in your place? Well... watch her! Don't let her go out! Don't let anyone know that she's with you! Last night, someone posted that a constant on Top Model pulled strings all the way to the finals. Everyone knows they're implying Freya. Now the company's flooded with calls, and reporters have gathered around Freya's house. Don't let her go out. I'll call you when I finish the matter! Remember, don't let anyone know that Freya is in your house; otherwise, she won't get out of this charge."

Chris hung up the phone and immediately turned off Freya's phone. Then, he fetched the tablet at the bedside, opened the browser to search, and saw the post Candy mentioned.

In the early morning today, an anonymous user posted online that Freya had a benefactor backing her-

"The constant actively came to her benefactor. At first, her benefactor completely ignored her, but this woman was badass. She didn't give up and kept chasing him, showing both her tough and feminine side. There's no denying that she is the prettiest of the 20 constants. At the first time, he could turn her down, but how could he say no after a few times? In the end, he became her benefactor and sent her into the game. Because her benefactor had 'seen to' the crew, she went all the way through the six rounds and became the most likely candidate for the championship.

"This constant has that straightforward quality in a boy and has that carefree attitude. Her stage manners are very unique and can handle a stage emergency well. It is basically impossible to watch her lose face. I must say that she's a good model but won't comment on her personality. Her methods are so well that she can get any championship, let alone the championship of Top Model!"

Although the poster had been referring to the interested party as "the constant", the first person who commented guessed it and knew they were talking about Freya.

The following comments had been seriously polarized.

From time to time, some people followed the herd to judge Freya's personality. They commented that it was impossible for a single constant to take first place for so many consecutive weeks. They joined to prove that Freya was pulling strings, with a benefactor backing her.

Chris clicked on those usernames to check their profiles and found that unlike Internet mercenaries, these users had registered their accounts long ago.

Others disagreed and thought the poster was spreading rumors and asked them to be discreet with their words. If the post caused a stir, they would be liable for the rumors.

To everyone's surprise, the poster was not afraid at all. They also said that the evidence would come out soon and the mentioned constant was welcome to call in the police to stop them from posting.

As a result, everyone couldn't take sides for sure, only the believers became more devout. The rest of the people were urging the poster to post convincing evidence.

However, they just left a comment "Let's see in the finals" and disappeared. No matter how other users posted in the thread, they no longer appeared.

However, it affected things in the way they wanted.

Beyond everyone's imagination, this post created quite a stir. In this morning, it had not only become the headlines of major portals' entertainment colomns but also was the most trending topic on X. The number of views in the early morning has reached 10 million.

Some people began to question whether this was a publicity campaign of Freya?

Chris clearly knew that it was not.

He knew Freya, and she was disdainful of such inferior publicizing.

Moreover, he could almost guess who this anonymous poster was.

"What did Candy say?"

Freya's drowsy voice brought Chris back to reality.

He looked down at Freya in sleep, drowsy and completely ignorant of her position in the online world.

Chris suddenly did not want her to taste the darkness and madness of the circle so soon.

"Nothing, she has something to do in the next few days, so that you can rest for a few days too."

Freya opened her eyes slightly and murmured agreement. "Then I will rest..."

She was woken up when she was sound asleep so she soon fell back to sleep.

For the first time, Chris felt that Freya's heartlessness was good. He watched her fall asleep, quietly got up, and went to the study to call Jack.

As an excellent assistant, Jack already knew why Chris called. Chris did not need to say anything, and Jack followed. "Brother Rowdy, I'm already on it. The poster..." He hesitated, and obviously, he had someone on his mind as well, "Can be found before noon."

"Check Maya carefully." Chris still reminded Jack and asked, "What about the things I said yesterday?"

"I'm going to tell you." Jack said, "Miss Norris asked her friends to watch Kaylee. She found out that Maya and Kaylee had seen each other. She must... have begun to suspect Maya."

Although Chris had expected it, when he heard it, he still felt a headache.

"What should I do with this?" Although Jack did not know Freya as Chris did, he had witnessed Freya's lion-like temper. "If Miss Norris finds out..."

"Drop the investigation on the post." Chris interrupted Jack. "Help me with the company affairs in the next few days. Call me if anything is up."

Jack was stunned. "You want..."

"I'll take a few days off."

Chris hung up the phone and walked back to the bedroom. Freya was still asleep. He lifted the black hair scattered on her face. Somehow, his hand froze.

"If Miss Norris finds out..."-Jack's words echoed on his mind.

If Freya found out the truth, it wouldn't be as easy as abducting her on the road if he wanted to bring her back this time.

Therefore, he must handle things carefully.

Feeling itchy on her face asleep, with a "slap-", she heavily slapped Chris's hand away.

Chris lifted the quilt for her and went to prepare breakfast.

Before going to sleep yesterday, Freya was mumbling about wonton. There happened to be some dumping wrappers left in the refrigerator. He minced the meat and prepared the filling. Then, he made a pot of broth to cook wonton with. Finally, he sprinkled only shallots, some dried seaweed, and dried sea shrimps on top of the wonton in the bowls. The wonton already smelled very enticing.

Freya was awakened by the fragrance. When she scrambled up and saw the two bowls on the table, her eyes lit up as she couldn't help stirring the spoon in the bowl.

Chris slapped her hand away. "Go brush your teeth!"

"Alright!" Freya trotted into the bathroom, washed at the fastest speed, and flew out like a hurricane.

Seeing her so energetic, he deliberately teased her. "Not tired now?"

An unnatural look registered on Freya's face as she proudly raised her chin, "I've had a good rest!"

Chris rased his lips, satisfied. "Very good."

Freya's blood inexplicably froze, because she was particularly afraid that Chris would say something like "Well, then we should continue", but he didn't. Instead, he blurted out. "Pack up your stuff after breakfast. We'll go to a place."

"What did you say?" Freya looked at Chris, not sure of herself. "Where are you going to take you to?"

Chris was not willing to disclose in advance, "You'll know when you get there."

Freya did not probe, quickly finished the wonton in the bowl, and then ran back to the bedroom to pack her stuff.

Since she was with Chris, her small apartment had been unoccupied. After work when she was not working, she was in Chris's place. She almost moved all the things in her apartment here, so when packing up, she could find everything she needed here.

In the middle of it, Freya suddenly realized. "It's Monday tomorrow. My working schedule is flexible, but what about yours?"

"I'll take a few days off." Chris raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "Come on, we have to catch the plane at ten o'clock."

Since he had already arranged it, Freya didn't need to worry about anything. She packed two suitcases of their stuff in the end.

Chris frowned. "I have so many things?"

"You don't." Freya said, "I put a lot of things in your suitcase!"

In the past, Freya couldn't even imagine about this kind of thing.

But now, she could be stubborn and overbearing.

Chris could only felt helpless and wheeled the suitcase out with Freya.

Freya was almost armed to the teeth-a big hat, a pair of sunglasses that almost covered half of her face, beige long coat, a pair of black boots, and carefully-matched accessories, adding up to a simple but stylish style.

The car was waiting in the underground parking lot. After getting in the car, Freya took off the sunglasses. "What if we were photographed to travel together?"

Chris smiled lightly. "Then we'll have a free photographer."

"Easy for you. If they post our photos, I'll be doomed..." Freya did not know that she already was.

Chris reached out to her. "Give me you phone and iPad."

"What?" As a modern citizen who was addicted to those gadgets, turning in electronic products was no doubt torture for her. She shrank away into the corner. "You don't want to touch my second husband!"

Yes, for her, her phone and iPad were her second husbands.

She could skip meal and drink, but she could never get away from her second husbands!