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Chapter 168 Eric’s Throwaway Account
As Abigail turned around, she heard Eric’s hoarse voice say, “Wait a moment.”
Abigail turned to look at him. His assistant quickly set down a cup after he waved a hand.
The assistant then hurriedly walked past Abigail, went out, and even closed the door behind him.
“I’ll pour you some water,” Abigail said, walking over to the water dispenser.
Eric watched her, and when she handed him the water, he asked, “What’s in the lunchbox?”
“Chicken soup, made by the hotel for you.” Abigail pulled out a chair and placed it by the bed before
going to get the lunchbox.
“I want some,” Eric said, then started coughing.
Abigail nodded and sat down by the bed. She opened the lunchbox.
As Eric sipped the soup, he occasionally let out a muffled cough. He didn’t stop until he felt a bit better.
Then, he suddenly asked Abigail, “Did you use the gloves I gave you to please Josie and get an order
from her for your studio?”
Abigail had already guessed.
“No, why do you ask? In your eyes, am I such a bad friend?” Abigail looked into his eyes, her
expression calm.
Eric lowered his head to look at the soup. After a while, he said, “Those were gloves I personally
bought for you. As a friend, you should have told me first before giving them to Josie. I admit, it
bothered me a bit.
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“I’m sorry. At the time, Josie’s hands were swollen like buns. The director wouldn’t let her seek
treatment, and I really felt sorry for the poor girl,” Abigail explained and apologized sincerely.
Eric gave a weak smile. “So, are we still friends?”
“Of course we are. Finish your soup; it’s good for your health,” Abigail said gently.
“From now on, if I give you anything, you have to tell me first before giving it to someone else. I’m not
stingy, just a little particular.” Eric’s voice was low.
“Alright, next time, I’ll tell you first,” Abigail replied, but she felt there might not be a next time.
While the worlds of fashion and entertainment were somewhat connected, the connections weren’t that
significant. After parting ways, meeting again could easily take several years, and more often than not,
they might never meet again.
People in Eric’s circle were always so busy.
After Abigail finished serving the soup, someone else came to visit Eric.
Josie held a phone, ready to take pictures. She even intended to drag Abigail along, but Abigail
declined.
She was afraid that someone might pair her up with another male actor again and create gossip. Thus,
she felt it would be better if people from the entertainment industry did things like this together.
As Abigail left Eric’s room holding the lunchbox, she listened to the lively chatter inside, exhaling slowly.
Josie’s photo was approved by everyone and posted online.
Abigail, with some free time on her hands, checked Instagram.
She found that Josie had tagged Alana’s Studio, so she clicked to take a look.
“Only a little over twenty days until the New Year. This year, we’re celebrating together at Ragos. This
is my first New Year with my crew members. I’m very happy and looking forward to it. Happy New Year,
everyone. Wishing Eric a speedy recovery from his cold!” Abigail read Josie’s caption.
She glanced at the comments.
Then, she found some top comments quite amusing.
“Did anyone notice that Josie’s gloves used to be pink, and now they’re camel? Let’s guess, did a guy
or a girl buy her these gloves this time?”
“It looks like everyone really likes Josie. They’re so concerned about her frostbite. Last time, it was
Miss Quinn who gave her the gloves. This time, it should be a guy, right?”
“Miss Quinn’s gloves are really pretty. I really like Miss Quinn. She’s so good to Josie. No wonder Josie
likes sticking around her on set.”
Abigail quickly closed Instagram.
Comparatively, Eric was quite attentive. He knew to choose an appropriate color.
Sean, on the other hand, was just a big goof, not caring about colors at all.
Josie wasn’t very popular to begin with. She had around two hundred thousand followers on Instagram,
but after she posted the photo with Eric, it quickly started trending.
The trending topic significantly boosted Josie’s popularity. However, what they didit’t know was
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that a few days ago, Josie had posted a selfie on Instagram, revealing the pink gloves with the logo.
When netizens visited her Instagram and tried to find the same gloves, they discovered a throwaway
account. On the day Josie announced that she had changed her gloves, this throwaway account
posted a picture of pink gloves and even added a song to go with it called “Where the River Ends.”
Coincidentally, Eric had once posted the phrase “Wherethe RiverEnds” on Instagram.
He had never explained the meaning behind this phrase, so everyone had always assumed he was
recommending the book “Where the River Ends” to his fans.
Netizens also noticed that there were no online stores selling these gloves.
So, this Instagram throwaway account became the subject of everyone’s investigation.
The internet was buzzing, but everything on set remained calm.
Early in the morning, when Abigail went to prepare clothes for Eric, she had just entered the trailer
when she heard his assistant say, “The company told you to immediately deactivate your Instagram
throwaway account. If fans dig up your information, it won’t be good.”
“I don’t even have my own privacy?” Eric’s voice was filled with displeasure.
Abigail wasn’t sure if she should leave or stay.
Seeing other actors coming, she immediately walked in forcefully. “I’ll help you with your clothes.”
The assistant seemed a bit anxious. He quickly said. “There’s something urgent. Can you come in a bit
later?”
“Sure, I’ll tell the others,” Abigail said with a smile.
She felt that something serious was going on with Eric.