Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 927: Blind Kindness Only Appears Foolish

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The urgent knocking on the door sounded again. Duke Blue stormed out, irritated. "What now? Can’t I get some sleep?"

Ace flinched in fear but quickly remembered why he had called for Duke Blue. "Young Master Duke, something’s wrong!"

"What’s wrong again? Stop scaring me—everything was going fine earlier, wasn’t it?" Duke Blue asked impatiently. Before going in earlier, his follower count had surged by hundreds of thousands. At this rate, he was confident he’d break the ten-million mark once the hype ended.

Ace didn’t dare utter an unnecessary word. "Young Master Duke, the show responded. What should we do now?"

"Responded? So what if they responded..." Duke Blue paused mid-sentence. "Why did they respond so quickly? What did they say?"

"Why don’t you see for yourself?" Ace muttered, shrinking back a little.

Seeing Ace’s reaction, panic began to creep into Duke Blue’s heart. He sat down at the computer immediately. The screen lit up, and the page was stopped on the show’s official Twitter statement. At one glance, fury overtook him — he nearly threw the computer across the room.

He couldn’t believe it. The show had shown no regard for him or his agency, delivering a direct attack in response. It was a blatant slap to his face.

But this alone wasn’t enough to decide things once and for all. Duke Blue took a deep breath and turned to Ace. "The audience doesn’t blindly believe the show, right?"

Ace’s lips quivered. Unsure of what to say, he simply pointed at the video at the bottom of the statement.

Only then did Duke Blue notice a one-hour-long video attached beneath the show’s statement. His brows furrowed tighter as he hesitated for a moment before clicking it.

In the video, it was none other than footage of him and Mary Scott during the show recording. However, unlike the live broadcast, this video was clearly edited from footage taken from a different angle.

It showed him and Mary working together to carve holes in the ice. But while Mary was genuinely working, he was blatantly slacking off. In the end, their holes were too small to use the fishing nets, prompting Mary to suggest using a hook. He objected to this, and when Mary proposed carving another hole, he took the opportunity to continue slacking. The show was seemingly intentional, dedicating a camera specifically to capture his attempt at carving a hole on his own.

His actions vividly showcased laziness and trickery to the fullest extent. By the end of the recording, the ice hole he had attempted to carve hadn’t even reached three centimeters deep, making him look utterly ridiculous.

Everything spoke for itself.

Clicking into the comments below, Duke Blue saw the top comment: "Just asking weakly here—Is he useless?"

The replies under the comment had already surpassed a thousand. Duke Blue read a few, then slammed the laptop shut, hands trembling in rage.

"Young Master Duke, what do we do now?" Ace could see from Duke Blue’s reaction that he understood the gravity of the situation.

In the entertainment industry, unprofessionalism among male and female stars wasn’t unheard of. But to be exposed so openly in such a manner was absolutely unprecedented.

This wasn’t just a response — it was a move to cut off his career.

Despite sitting in a heated room, Duke Blue felt as though he’d returned to the icy lake from days before. A coldness spread across his entire body as he clutched his phone and immediately dialed Simon Baker’s number.

The call connected quickly. Duke Blue couldn’t control his anger anymore. "Director Baker, doing things this ruthlessly—aren’t you afraid of not being able to survive in this industry?"

Simon Baker wasn’t surprised at all when he received Duke Blue’s call. There was even a slight smile at the corner of his lips, void of the gentleness he showed in front of Mary Scott. "Young Master Duke, I’ll send those words right back to you."

"You—!"

"People take action, and heaven sees all. Young Master Duke doesn’t think his actions have been unnoticed, does he?" Simon Baker’s words struck a nerve, making Duke Blue’s heart sink. Could Simon Baker know about the video incident from last time?

This thought sent a tremor through Duke Blue — he could barely grip his phone. He was the one who gave that content to Charlotte Leigh, who then spread rumors about the show’s host entering the hotel. Afterward, he even used certain means to remove the hotel surveillance. How could Simon Baker know it was him?

Panic overtaking him, Duke Blue’s anger dissipated by more than half, replaced by unease.

On the other end, Simon Baker seemed to have guessed Duke Blue’s thoughts, his voice growing colder. "Young Master Duke, offending me doesn’t mean much. I’m just a small-time director with no fame. But you’ve crossed someone you should never offend. Mind your actions moving forward."

Simon Baker hung up right after saying his piece.

Listening to the beeping sound signaling the end of the call, Duke Blue’s mind buzzed. Someone he shouldn’t have crossed — besides Simon Baker, who else could it be...

Mary Scott’s name surfaced in Duke Blue’s mind almost instantly. Could Simon Baker be referring to Mary Scott? But wasn’t Charlotte Leigh’s claim that Mary was just a parentless nobody?

No, it was Director Locke.

Duke Blue finally realized—Charlotte Leigh had deceived him. Mary Scott and Director Locke’s relationship wasn’t as distant as the outside world believed. On the contrary, they were close. Otherwise, Director Locke wouldn’t have traveled all the way to Earlbind to pick Mary Scott up and take her back to Swallow City. Charlotte Leigh, that bitch, had conned him into targeting Mary Scott to help her achieve her own agenda. Everything the show was doing now was David Locke’s act of revenge.

As these thoughts clicked, Duke Blue broke out into a cold sweat. He had assumed David Locke’s power was limited to solid connections in the film industry, forgetting that the entertainment industry itself was a tightly-knit ecosystem. With David Locke’s current status, if he were to exert some effort, he wouldn’t just cut off his film career—he could ruin Duke Blue’s entire acting career.

"The company... Quickly, reach out to the company..." Desperate, Duke Blue clung to the possibility that his agency could save him as his last hope.

But before Ace could react, his phone rang. The call was from the agency.

Anticipating salvation, Duke Blue grabbed the phone quickly. "Director Johnson..."

"Do you have any idea how much money, effort, and resources the company poured into building you up? How could you be this stupid?" Before Duke Blue could utter another word, Director Johnson’s scolding exploded across the line.

Duke Blue knew he’d fallen hard this time. But if the agency was willing to protect him, there was still hope. He humbled himself, begging, "Director Johnson, I know I messed up this time. Please, I’m begging you—help me!"

"Help you? How?! Do you realize you cost the company millions pushing for your PR efforts, only for it to go down the drain? Duke Blue, it’s not that the company won’t save you—it’s that what you did was too stupid. Not suing you for breach of contract is already a mercy."

"Director Johnson, Director Johnson, I know I..."

Beep, beep, beep...

Duke Blue wanted to plead further, but Director Johnson had decisively hung up.

Tonight, for the second time, Duke Blue heard the sound of someone hanging up on him. Each time left him increasingly shaken. If he had clung to a sliver of hope earlier, it was now completely extinguished.

He had angered Director Locke, been exposed for unprofessional behavior by the show, and now abandoned by his agency. His acting career was irrevocably over!

Crumbling to the floor, Duke Blue’s phone slid out of his grasp. He muttered weakly under his breath, "It’s over... It’s over... I’m finished!"

"Young Master Duke, don’t panic yet. Maybe Director Johnson is just angry for now. Once he calms down, we’ll figure something out. Besides, being unprofessional isn’t unheard of. Tons of people in this industry are unprofessional—once this buzz dies down, we can start anew." Ace tried to console Duke Blue in a low voice.

Hearing this, the lifeless glint in Duke Blue’s eyes seemed to spark slightly with hope. Right, there are plenty of unprofessional people in this industry—it wasn’t just him. Netizens follow trends. Once his scandal’s hype fades away, he can make a comeback.

Just as he comforted himself, his phone rang again. He looked down to see an unknown number. His brows furrowed. "Who would be calling me now?"

"Maybe it’s the agency or Reporter Emerson?" Ace speculated.

Having been subjected to two shocks in a row, Duke Blue refused to answer. Instead, he told Ace to take the call.

Ace hesitated but ultimately picked up. "Who’s speaking?"

His tone had lost its usual arrogance.

The person on the other end seemed to recognize him immediately, excitedly exclaiming, "Ace, it’s Ace, right? I’m one of Young Master Duke’s fans—the one from Earlbind Airport—do you remember me?"

Upon hearing it was a fan, Ace frowned, his tone growing impatient. "Young Master Duke has plenty of fans—how could I remember them all?"

"I’m the one from Earlbind Airport who got into it with Mary Scott, the one with the studded bag—do you remember? That man said he’s going to sue me. Young Master Duke promised to protect me! Now I’ve received the lawyer’s letter. Please tell Young Master Duke, help me! I’m still in college—if I get a criminal record, I won’t be able to graduate!" The girl who had managed to obtain Duke Blue’s phone number was frantic. She hadn’t expected that standing up for her idol would land her in legal trouble.

Ace’s face soured after hearing this. "That’s your business—why should Young Master Duke care? If someone wants to sue you, what can Young Master Duke do?"

With that, Ace abruptly hung up the call.

The girl on the other end was stunned. Just as she was about to say something, the screen of her phone went dark. Her head rang with Ace’s words—if someone wants to sue you, what can Young Master Duke do? Standing helplessly in her dorm room, clutching the lawyer’s letter, she was completely lost.

Duke Blue, sitting beside Ace, had clearly heard the contents of the call but remained indifferent to Ace’s handling of it. To him, solving his current woes was much more pressing than dealing with some insignificant fan.

This night was destined to be unbearable for him.

Since the show’s response video was posted, Duke Blue’s fan count had begun to take a nosedive. And fans weren’t just angry about his lack of professionalism—they were also furious about his earlier shady, passive-aggressive tweet targeting both the show and Mary Scott. So manipulative!

Anyone with half a brain could see they’d been used as pawns. Despite being at fault himself, he had intentionally guided fans to misunderstand the show and Mary Scott, playing the victim to exploit fan loyalty and manipulate them into fighting on his behalf.

Some diehard fans, however, still stubbornly believed their idol was innocent, claiming he had been deliberately framed by the show. A few even defended him, saying laziness wasn’t uncommon—at least their idol was authentic compared to others who merely pretended to work hard.

To prove their points, some fans listed Duke Blue’s alleged accomplishments, even emphasizing the Earlbind Airport incident. They highlighted how Duke Blue had taken the blame for a fan’s mistake and carried responsibility on behalf of his fans—a testament to his dedication and generosity.

The matter continued to escalate, with Duke Blue’s name stubbornly occupying a spot on the trending list. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

By the following day, those fans defending Duke Blue were still vocal. Seeing this while brushing his teeth, David Locke turned to Mary Scott, who was leaning against him. "Do you remember one of Duke Blue’s fans who caused trouble at the airport?"

Mary vaguely recalled the incident. She remembered someone saying they wouldn’t let that fan off the hook, but she hadn’t heard anything about it since—not even a hint. She figured David might have simply forgotten about it.

To her surprise, David nodded in response. "Yeah, I let the lawyers handle it. But since the courts can’t schedule hearings during the holidays, it’ll probably be post-New Year."

Saying this, David rinsed his mouth.

Mary froze. "After New Year? You sued her?"

David spit out the mouthwash. "Do I look like I’m joking?"

"Ah... Well, no," Mary replied. She hadn’t expected David to take such a trivial matter seriously—but now it was apparently heading to court.

Mary remembered that evening when they returned to Swallow City, barely escaping an affair scandal. The two parted on bad terms afterward. The fact that David still dealt with her matters even amidst his own issues left her speechless.

David glanced at her before continuing his routine.

Mary hesitated. "If this goes to court, will that girl be sentenced?"

She vaguely recalled the fan being quite young.

"Uncertain. But one thing is certain—she won’t be able to graduate smoothly," David replied casually.

Mary stiffened as she supported the man’s hand. She hadn’t expected the girl to still be in school.

David noticed Mary’s reaction. "What’s wrong—feeling bad for her?"

Mary nodded first but then shook her head. "Everyone has to take responsibility for their mistakes. If this girl is really a university student, all the more reason for her to accept the consequences of her actions."

For a brief moment, Mary did feel a pang of sympathy. But her thoughts quickly turned to her father. If someone had intervened when he made his first mistake, he wouldn’t have felt emboldened, plunging deeper into wrongdoing.

That day at the airport, had David not shielded her, the studded bag thrown by that girl could have struck her face or head. She might not have suffered any grave injuries, but at the very least, she would’ve sustained some wounds or even facial scars. Such malice deserved its due punishment.

David raised his eyebrow, his gaze deepening as he looked at Mary. He’d thought she might show softness, but once again, she surprised him. Perhaps the hardship she endured over the years wasn’t all for nothing.

Feeling David’s gaze, Mary grew uneasy. "What—do you think I’m heartless?"

"Hmm," David hummed in affirmation.

Mary froze, a hint of self-deprecating humor rising in her expression. She probably disappointed him. She was no longer the kind-hearted, naive young girl she used to be. Nowadays, her heart was as black as coal.

Thinking herself heartless was one thing. Having David—the man she liked—affirm it was another. His verdict rattled her, stirring deep-seated emotions. Just as she was grappling with this, a low laugh rumbled above her, followed by the man’s large palm roughly ruffling her hair.

Frustrated, Mary tilted her head up to glare at David. His magnetic voice rang out cheerfully, "Having a strong heart is a good thing. Blind kindness only looks foolish. The way you are now is just perfect."

"Huh?" Mary wondered if she’d misheard, her lips slightly parted as she stared at him.

David smirked and then suddenly leaned down to peck her lips. "Are you sure we should keep chatting in the bathroom?"

"Ah, oh." Mary quickly supported David back into the hospital room. Only after helping him into bed did it dawn on her—wait, had he kissed her?

What the—!

David glanced at her as her delayed reaction set in, unable to hold back his laughter this time.

Mary: "..."

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