The chatroom went dead silent.
They was thinking, “Holy smokes, who's got the guts? That's some risky talk! Aren't they scared that Mr. Lampard would kill them?"
The online crowd was stunned, but the fear was palpable among the live audience and the production crew.
They were terrified of Elio's wrath - That would spell disaster for them.
A trembling crew member, microphone in hand, didn’t dare to approach Elio.
Even the director was meek, too timid to switch the camera angle to Elio.
At that moment, Elio stood up, gesturing to the crew member with the mic.
The guy bolted over and handed the microphone to Elio.
Elio gently lifted the mic, looked into the camera, and said, "I've always felt unworthy of my wife. After all, she's outstanding. But if I'm not worthy, no one else is worthy."
The crowd went silent.
The room was awkward for a moment. Astrid, slightly exasperated, glanced at him, "The question was for me, not you."
Elio replied,, "Of course, my love. My bad."
Astrid retorted, "Get out of here, who's your love? Stop claiming wives and making a mess. Sit down."
Elio still said, "Yes, my love."
Astrid's grip on the microphone tightened, veins nearly popping. If it weren’t for the crowd and the live broadcast, she would've loved to clock him one.
The guy had a hide thicker than a rhino's!
Executives from Lampard Group exchanged glances, thinking they must be hallucinating.
Taking orders from a woman!
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