Chapter 1152

Chapter 1152:

“Find out which news outlet employs that reporter,” Madisyn demanded, her voice sharp and unyielding.

“Hurting the person he’s interviewing—does this count as professional conduct in their world?”

The secretary blinked, momentarily stunned, before hurriedly replying, “Got it, Miss Johns.”

Shouldn’t Madisyn’s attention be on Milly?

After all, Milly had bypassed the company’s carefully planned response strategy, throwing the entire PR plan into chaos.

The secretary hesitated, unsure, before asking cautiously, “Miss Johns, since Milly has confirmed the relationship, what’s the company’s next move?”

Madisyn couldn’t get over the audacity of that reporter. If hearing his remarks had angered her, how much worse must it have been for Milly, who was utterly devoted to Howard?

“Since Milly has decided to go public, we’ll back her,” Madisyn said firmly.

“Draft a congratulatory post for the company’s Twitter account. And make sure we file lawsuits against the paparazzo who took that video. I want this handled immediately.”

The secretary nodded quickly.

“Understood, Miss Johns.”

There was an unmistakable admiration in the secretary’s gaze. She had worked under many bosses, but this was the first time she had encountered one so fiercely loyal to their artists. Even though Milly’s impulsiveness might cost the company, Madisyn was willing to support her within reasonable bounds.

The secretary wasted no time, delegating tasks to ensure everything was handled.

Meanwhile, Milly sat in the back of a car, her earlier emotional storm giving way to a somber realization. Next to her, Sadie let out a heavy sigh, her disappointment palpable.

Milly lowered her gaze, her voice barely audible.

“I’m sorry.”

Sadie looked at Milly with a mix of frustration and helplessness.

“Milly, I’ve been managing you for so long, and you’ve always been dependable. But you’ve kept your relationship a secret from me all this time? Miss Johns has personally called me and…”

“Told me to take you back. Do you have any idea how I’m supposed to explain this mess you’ve created?”

Milly bit her lip, guilt flickering across her face. She waited until Sadie finished before quietly saying, “I need to make a call.”

Sadie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Go ahead,” she said, waving a hand in exasperation.

Milly pulled out her phone and dialed Howard’s number.

The moment the call connected, her voice softened.

“I was reckless earlier,” she admitted.

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