Theo smiled. "I wasn’t planning on letting you go help her clear her name.”
He yawned and turned to sit on the sofa. He looked at Luna calmly. "Just now you called to talk about Natasha and Joseph's problem. I went to their place to have a look. Initially, I wanted to help them, according to what you say, to get a better place to stay in the name of charity. Guess what I saw?"
Luna furrowed her brows. She stopped what she was doing and looked at Theo.
"I saw Joseph going to Blue Bay Villa. Not long after coming back from Blue Bay Villa, he was taken away b y the ambulance. I casually followed them to Central Hospital. After a few rounds of socializing, the nurse secretly told me the truth.”
Luna paused for a while. "How is he?"
"He’s faking it," Theo chuckled, "he is still doing great. He was faking the stroke."
Luna shut her eyes and laughed bitterly.
She knew it. In the end, Natasha and Joseph were still only thinking about themselves.
"So why did you still promise Natasha?"
"Of course, I had to." Theo winked at Luna. “Since Joseph has been to Blue Bay Villa, Alice would know
about the press conference too. I agreed that I would g o to the press conference, but I never said that I was going to clear Alice’s name or Luna's name. Isn’t it exciting to let Alice be hopeful, waiting for you to clear your own name? Isn't it interesting?"
Luna looked at him helplessly.
"The mind of an artist sure is active." Luna never intended to clear her name. If she had to clear her name every time someone spread rumors about her, she would be exhausted to death sooner or later.
"I'm also just trying to help you." Theo picked up the teacup and took a sip. "See, how much I love you."
Upon his words, the office door was suddenly opened from outside.
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