The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar!-Chapter 115: Ian Rowe Binge-Watches TV Shows

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Ian Rowe Binge-Watches TV Shows

"Why does it feel so empty today? Did any other servants take a leave to go home?"

Aunt Wang instinctively replied, "No, there aren’t any more people than usual."

Ian Rowe’s gaze sharpened as he put down the spoon he was holding.

Aunt Wang didn’t expect Ian would rise and head upstairs after just sitting down for a moment, without eating a single bite.

Frantically, Aunt Wang spoke up, "Sir, is today’s meal not to your taste? You’ve been busy at work all day and should eat more."

Ian Rowe replied blandly, "I’m not in the mood to eat today, I’ll skip it."

Aunt Wang initially wanted to ask what Ian Rowe wanted to eat, but seeing that he seemed rather irritated, she wisely chose not to speak further.

Ian Rowe’s bad mood persisted for quite some time. It had already been three days, yet he hadn’t received any message from Maya Monroe, no texts, no calls at all...

Recently, the office atmosphere had plunged into a chilly silence. Although Ian didn’t deliberately take out his emotions on any employee, everyone could tell he wasn’t in a good mood.

Facing Ian Rowe’s handsome but cold face every day had unexpectedly become a form of torture.

When his icy gaze swept over you, it felt like sitting on pins and needles.

Everything happening now was far too abnormal for Ian Rowe, who was always clear about separating personal and professional matters.

When Vincent Summers walked in, he coincidentally encountered an employee who escaped hurriedly due to the intense cold pressure.

Vincent Summers walked over slowly and placed the coffee he was holding in front of Ian Rowe.

"Ian, Mr. Jacobs intends for Yvette Jacobs to come and learn a bit more. After all, he’s on the board and carries some weight with his words."

Ian Rowe’s expression turned cold, as if recalling some unpleasant matter: "If she wants to gain experience, then just randomly assign her a position at the grassroots level."

Vincent Summers looked displeased, "Ian, Yvette Jacobs is a lady of high status; how could you make her take on an ordinary worker’s job? And at the grassroots level, no less! According to Mr. Jacobs, he wants Yvette Jacobs to learn by your side."

Ian Rowe looked directly at Vincent Summers, as if seeing through all his thoughts: "If she needs to learn, then let her start at the grassroots. Otherwise, she can leave."

"Ian, don’t be so rigid. Tristan Rowe has always been unreliable; there’s no need to go against Mr. Jacobs!"

Ian put down the pen he was holding, speaking with a frosty tone: "Since when did you begin questioning my decisions?"

Vincent Summers was taken aback: "Ian, are you worried because of that incident with Maya Monroe last time? There’s no need at all; Maya Monroe is just a woman who acts on emotions, what does she know?"

"Shut up!" Ian Rowe’s temper was worse than Vincent Summers had imagined.

"Do as I say," he said irritably, tugging at his tie, "leave now."

Vincent Summers had just turned away when he heard Ian Rowe’s voice again: "Vincent, I told you before to be more respectful towards Maya Monroe. You shouldn’t look at her with tinted glasses."

Vincent Summers mumbled a response.

Having stayed by Ian Rowe’s side for so long, after observing over this period, Vincent Summers noticed that Ian’s indifference towards Maya Monroe had long dissipated; he even seemed to care.

He couldn’t quite understand Ian Rowe’s thoughts and feelings, particularly puzzling to him was why Ian placed Maya Monroe on such a high pedestal.

Vincent Summers was born into a wealthy family, a quintessential prominent family. His parents were united by a business marriage, with no emotional foundation. Outside necessary events, they scarcely exchanged words.

Growing up in such a family environment, under the influence and teachings of those around him, Vincent accepted that his outcome would likely be marrying someone of equal social standing. He accepted this setup and similarly believed that marriages were more about mutual benefits, directly tied to interests, leaving little room for discussions of fondness or preference. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Therefore, Ian Rowe’s concern for Maya Monroe, surpassing boundaries, was naturally something Vincent Summers couldn’t understand...

In the afternoon, when Vincent Summers entered the office again, he felt the persistent low-pressure atmosphere.

"Ian, why has your temper suddenly gotten so bad? You’re... you’re not still bothered by Maya Monroe, are you?" Vincent Summers asked tentatively.

Ian Rowe’s anger was indeed due to Maya Monroe, but it seemed less about pure rage and more like frustration from not seeing her for so long.

Ian Rowe said, "No."

Vincent Summers internally criticized Ian Rowe’s duplicity. However, letting Ian stay in such a foul mood indefinitely was not an option; it still affected work efficiency.

This matter needed resolving from the root.

"Ian, if you want to talk to Maya Monroe, why not just send her a text? It’s no big deal, no need to overthink it. I know you care about face, but since you’re the one yearning first, why not just reach out to Maya Monroe straightforwardly!"

"She joined a reality show, apparently can’t use communication tools."

With Ian’s response, Vincent Summers realized his approach was correct, but then he exclaimed, "What kind of crappy reality show doesn’t allow phone use? What era are we even in? She can’t possibly have gone back to live like a primitive in the jungle, can she!"

Receiving Ian Rowe’s cold gaze, Vincent Summers immediately patted his mouth: "It’s all my fault for speaking thoughtlessly! I didn’t mean to insult or belittle Maya Monroe!"

Ian Rowe finally withdrew his gaze.

"If you can’t contact her directly, then you’ll have to wait until she’s accessible again."

Simply saying this wouldn’t satisfy Ian Rowe; Vincent added, "Isn’t there a saying, ’seeing things reminds me of the person’? See, isn’t this coconut a gift from Maya Monroe for you? You can look at it more to ease your longing!"

The coconut Maya Monroe gave to Ian Rowe still sat peacefully on his desk, attracting countless glances over time. No one was allowed to touch it, and Ian nurtured it with care. Somehow it still appeared fresh and green.

When his gaze landed on the coconut, it seemed like the ice in Ian Rowe’s eyes genuinely melted a little.

Vincent Summers breathed a sigh of relief: "Isn’t Maya Monroe a star? Though you can’t see her in person now, she has acted in many shows. That recent hit... something about distant horizons..." He scratched his head in frustration, "Anyway, it’s a show she starred in; you can watch it when you’re feeling bored."

Ian Rowe then realized he didn’t know as much about Maya Monroe as he should.

For instance, he wasn’t aware of the shows Maya Monroe had acted in...

Thinking about it, he slowly said, "Find that show by Maya Monroe you just mentioned."