Chapter 395
Leo left Collins‘ office, his mind already on the descent down the stairs.
When he reached the elevator, as fate would have it, he bumped into Jay’s agent, Vicky, who was also heading down.
The last time they’d crossed paths, Vicky had taken the opportunity to kick Leo when he was down, so this time, Vicky saw Leo and just shot him a cool glance before looking away. He casually pressed the button for the underground parking, level B1, and smoothly pulled a face mask from his pocket, slipping it over his nose and mouth.
Vicky, also bound for the parking garage, often strutted around Collins with a cocky air. But lately, Jay’s drama had left him red–faced at the office, avoiding people when he could.
Leo’s nonchalant demeanor that didn’t even warrant a ‘hello, made Vicky feel a distinct discomfort stirring within.
Thinking back to that tweet Leo had posted defending Summer, Vicky suddenly looked up, his voice laced with a sharp edge, “You did it on purpose, didn’t you? Letting Summer hand over that song to Jay?”
It sounded like a question, but his tone was drenched in certainty. Leo’s gaze landed on Vicky, but he kept silent.
As Vicky pieced together recent events in his head, enlightenment dawned, and he chuckled, slapping his forehead. “I have to give it to you guys, playing dirty to kick Jay out of the band. I was wondering why you didn’t step
n as the frontman of Neon Paradox. You had it in for Jay all along, huh?”
Had it not been for Leo’s online show of support for Summer, Vicky might have remained in the dark about the real situation. With these thoughts, Vicky’s face grew dark as storm clouds.
Leo watched the myriad of emotions cross Vicky’s face. The man’s capacity for conspiracy theories, a true mark of his profession, seemed to dwarf those of any ordinary person.
He had wanted to clarify that he didn’t even care for the position of band leader in Neon Paradox anymore. Still, it appeared that no explanation could compete with Vicky’s suspicion.
The elevator soon reached level B1, and with a ‘ding, the doors opened. Without a word, Leo stepped out and walked away.
Vicky stood in the elevator, his gaze cold as he watched Leo’s retreating figure. He snapped out of his reverie just before the doors slid shut again.
Leo had just slipped into his car and was about to start the engine when his phone rang. He pulled it out with ease, his expression showing a flicker of surprise at the caller ID before he answered, “Hey, Emmitt.” “Got some time? Let’s grab a bite,” game Emmitt’s voice from the other end.
Leo considered for a moment before replying, “Sure. Shoot me the address, and I’ll head over.”
Emmitt gave him the details and after a brief pause, added, “How’s Mirabella doing lately?”
Leo was taken aback by the sudden inquiry about Mirabella but quickly responded, “She’s doing okay. Buried in her books and cramming for her senior year of high school.”
After a pause, he added softly, “Should I call Mirabella and see if she wants to join us for dinner?”
Emmitt’s gaze dropped, his eyes lingering on the floor for a long moment before he finally said, “No need. Better she stays home to study.”
Chapter 395
“Alright then,” Leo didn’t push the issue. “See you in a bit, Emmitt.”
With that, he hung up and started the car.
