Chapter 1278

Chapter 1278:

She tapped the hashtag, anticipating news about his latest runway success. Instead, her screen filled with an anonymous blogger’s expose, meticulously tracing the origin story of Waylon’s newly-minted “playboy” reputation.

Her brow furrowed as she absorbed the article’s contents, her finger hovering over the embedded link that promised to reveal the original post that had sparked this wildfire of speculation about Waylon’s supposed womanizing ways.

Madisyn’s heart sank as she stared at the post. The person captured in those pictures seemed like a stranger—worlds apart from the brother she remembered Waylon to be.

With trembling fingers, she closed the app and tried calling him, but her attempts were met with silence.

Meanwhile, as Waylon wrapped up his latest engagement, his assistant approached with his phone in hand.

“Have you locked down the schedule for the upcoming events?” Waylon asked while powering on his device.

“And don’t forget to relay my specific requirements to the planner.”

His assistant nodded, jotting down notes with practiced efficiency.

“Rest assured, Waylon, I’ve handled everything according to your specifications.”

The assistant, handpicked by Waylon’s agent, had accompanied him to Mila in the beginning.

As a witness to Waylon’s meteoric rise, he’d watched his boss transform from an unknown face to a household name. Day after day, Waylon threw himself into an endless parade of activities, facing even the most dismissive sponsors with unwavering determination—as if rest were a foreign concept to him.

“You don’t have to push yourself to the brink like this,” the assistant ventured, concern etching his features.

“You’ve built up considerable experience already. Just looking at your schedule makes me anxious for you.”

A wry smile played across Waylon’s lips.

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“Save your breath,” he said.

“I know exactly what I’m doing. If you want to help me destress, just keep my schedule running smoothly. I thrive on staying busy.”

The assistant could only sigh in resignation.

“Very well, I’ll follow your lead. But there’s something I need to bring to your attention—an oversight on my part that’s caused some trouble.”

“What?” Waylon raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.

Pulling out his phone, the assistant revealed the trending topics surrounding Waylon in their homeland.

“We’ve been so focused on international matters that this slipped past me. Your agent just brought it to my attention.”

Waylon’s brow furrowed as he took the phone, scanning headlines that painted him as a playboy entangled with multiple women—all because of a few innocent photographs.

The assistant’s face fell as he noticed Waylon’s troubled expression.

“Waylon, I take full responsibility for this blunder! Though I can arrange for immediate damage control, these rumors have already taken root. Even with a public statement, your reputation might bear lasting marks.”

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