Chapter 272 - Pretentious Shisui (1/2)

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Since Xiang Yi had received the recognition and praises from an official heavyweight culinary magazine, the Shisui Sisters had nothing to say even though they wanted to insult Xiang Yi further. Instead, they even got ridiculed.

Some of them were stomping their feet furiously, but some came to a sudden realization.

‘Ah…there are so many people who are praising Xiang Yi.’

‘Come to think of it, it seems… it seems that this woman is probably…quite brilliant.’

Many of Xiang Yi’s haters formed a new impression of her and had turned into her fans instead. After looking through the fan page that was full of fans shipping Xiang Yi and Shi Sui, they hopped onto the bandwagon too.

In France.

“Great! Viscount Albert has agreed to let us use his castle for the shoot!” the creative director exclaimed excitedly while holding his head with both hands.

Shi Sui said with a faint smile, “It’s been hard on everyone. Well done, guys.”

Xiang Yi said in a gentle tone, “We’ll count on you guys for tomorrow’s shoot.”

“Okay, I’ll make arrangements right now!”

The creative director left, as happy as a lark.

Shi Sui’s phone vibrated non-stop. He took it out, only to see that it was a call from a number that he didn’t recognize. With a slight frown on his face, he swiped his finger across the screen to decline the call.

‘Seems like my number got leaked.’

Feeling rather helpless, he had no choice but to turn off his phone for the time being.

Back in China.

“All is Well Year Round” used more than ten different phone numbers to call and text Shi Sui countless times, but he didn’t reply to a single one of them.

‘Why!!!’

‘Why is he not replying me?’

‘I adore him so much, and I spent a large sum of money for the sake of getting his phone number!’

Her eyes were full of maniacal obsession. At this moment, she borrowed her maid’s cellphone and tried to call Shi Sui again…

However, all she heard was a sweet but robotic voice.

“Hello, the user you have called has switched off his mobile…”

‘What? How can he switch off his cellphone!?!’

“All is Well Year Round” scratched her hair in frustration and roared in agony.

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On the following day.