Chapter 646: Chapter 646



Fannie said, “Just go out there, act naturally, and face those reporters with confidence.”

“But what if they ask about my connection to Mr. Kelly?” the actress asked.

Fannie replied, “Then say you don’t know him and keep it simple. Don’t dance around the subject, or it might damage your reputation.”

Though the actress wasn’t fully convinced of Fannie’s abilities, she didn’t have many options.

“And you, Fannie? What will you do?” the actress inquired.

“I’ll stay back and chat with Mr. Kelly for a while,” Fannie answered.

Fannie shot Bobby a look, acknowledging him as the wild card in this scenario. If he could just behave, she’d be able to handle the reporters without a hitch.

“Alright, I’ll go then!” The actress hurried out the door.

Bobby, lounging lazily, watched Fannie with a smirk. “So, what’s on your mind?”

Ignoring him, Fannie walked to the window, pulling out her phone to call Jett.

“Jett? Bobby and I are stuck in the hotel. Paparazzi are everywhere.”

On the other end, Jett sounded surprised but listened closely. Once he realized she was there to help the actress, he relaxed.

“Hang tight, Fifi. I’ll get someone to clear them out right away.”

“Thanks, Jett.”

Jett had been trying to win her over for nearly half a year. Her friends and family were all rooting for him. Dulce would tease, “Have some pity on my brother—he’s not getting any younger!” Fannie’s parents were even more enthusiastic, practically pushing her towards him.

She didn’t mind Jett’s pursuit but hated feeling pressured. Eventually, they had an honest conversation, which brought a comfortable understanding.

Now, Jett invited her to movies on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and they’d go for walks on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.

He never missed a chance to surprise her with flowers or thoughtful gifts. In her work, he had also been a valuable ally, though she’d assured him it wasn’t necessary. The entertainment industry was tough, and she knew having someone like him by her side could be beneficial.

Everyone assumed there was something more between them, and for the most part, she let them believe it. Her priority was to secure opportunities for her artists, but she wasn’t blind to Jett’s efforts, nor ungrateful. She knew her feelings could deepen in time.

After hanging up, Fannie checked the time—half an hour until three. She’d planned to watch a movie with Jett and have dinner, hoping to solidify her connection with him. But now, she could be late.

With no better option, she settled onto the sofa to wait. Bobby watched her from across the room, legs propped up, one eyebrow raised.

“Things going well with Jett, huh?” he asked.

She felt her cheeks warm. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Sure, sure.” Bobby’s expression turned mockingly wounded. “Just funny. You used to want to marry me, and now you’re off with Jett. Women!”

Fannie shot him a look. Once, she’d seen him through rose-colored glasses, only to realize that he was all charm on the outside and mischief underneath.

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