Julian stepped forward and removed his mask. &quot;Pop-Pop, Nana, I heard you weren’t feeling well on my way over with Vivienne, so I wanted to check in. How are you feeling?&quot;

 &quot;I’m fine, don’t worry about me,&quot; Grandpa said with a cheerful smile.

 &quot;That’s a relief. Since Vivienne’s here, I won’t stay any longer. I’ll head out now. Vivienne, goodbye. Pop-Pop, Nana, goodbye. Mr. Alexander, goodbye.&quot; Julian put his mask back on and turned to leave the room.

 &quot;Vivienne, your friend is quite handsome. He’s a good young man,&quot; Evelyn said with a smile.

 She shot a quick, subtle glance at Alexander. From her years of experience, it was clear Julian had feelings for Vivienne. But unlike Isabella, Julian had a better sense of boundaries.

 I didn’t catch the underlying meaning in Evelyn’s words, so I just echoed, &quot;Nana, he’s a huge star. All the girls lo

Alexander took a deep breath and explained, &quot;Isabella is struggling mentally. Being alone is dangerous for her...&quot;

 Hearing this, a wave of helplessness washed over me.

 How could I make Alexander understand that I didn’t want to get involved in Isabella's issues? It wasn’t something I should feel obligated to sympathize with.

 Moreover, when I spoke with Isabella this morning, there were no signs that she was mentally unstable.

 But if I said what I really thought, he’d accuse me of being heartless.

 &quot;Even if she’s not in immediate danger, you’re still going. You care about her, so why make it sound like an obligation?&quot; I said coldly. &quot;And I don’t owe you any explanations.&quot;

 &quot;I know you like Julian, but you shouldn't have chosen this moment to meet him, especially not bringing him to see Pop-Pop...&quot;

 &quot;Isn’t that what you did too? You w

The netizens can’t hurt me. The only one who can is Alexander.

 In my line of work, dealing with V&amp;R and other projects, I often interact with the media, so I’m no stranger to how the majority of netizens blindly follow trends. They believe what they see, and what they see is usually what someone wants them to see.

 Take today’s news, for example. Some media outlets stirred up trouble using their army of hired trolls, with Olivia throwing a knife in my back. There were people working hard to paint a specific picture for the netizens.

 But what they didn’t want them to see—like my clarification post—was being closely guarded by Alexander. Not a single word would make it online. The moment I tried to speak the truth on Twitter, within three seconds, it would be flagged and taken down.

 Julian had been sitting with me at the bar for a while.

 I asked, “Didn’t you have work this aft

Julian stepped forward and removed his mask. &quot;Pop-Pop, Nana, I heard you weren’t feeling well on my way over with Vivienne, so I wanted to check in. How are you feeling?&quot;

 &quot;I’m fine, don’t worry about me,&quot; Grandpa said with a cheerful smile.

 &quot;That’s a relief. Since Vivienne’s here, I won’t stay any longer. I’ll head out now. Vivienne, goodbye. Pop-Pop, Nana, goodbye. Mr. Alexander, goodbye.&quot; Julian put his mask back on and turned to leave the room.

 &quot;Vivienne, your friend is quite handsome. He’s a good young man,&quot; Evelyn said with a smile.

 She shot a quick, subtle glance at Alexander. From her years of experience, it was clear Julian had feelings for Vivienne. But unlike Isabella, Julian had a better sense of boundaries.

 I didn’t catch the underlying meaning in Evelyn’s words, so I just echoed, &quot;Nana, he’s a huge star. All the girls love him.&quot;

 &quot;Really? How did you two meet?&quot;

 &quot;He used to live near me when we we

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