I turned my head in shock, only to see someone directly smashing a coffee cup on Vera’s right leg.

The coffee spilled on her foot, and her leg turned red, not knowing if it was smashed or scalded.

Daniel walked over, with a cold face, and said to Vera without any politeness, "If you're here to dominate, then the crew may not be suitable for you. You should go to the mountains."

I couldn't hold back my laughter. I didn't expect Daniel to be so disrespectful to Vera, actually mocking her as a wild monkey.

Surprisingly, Vera didn't get angry. Instead, she apologized with a smile, "Mr. Joseph, you misunderstood. I'm kidding her."

She glanced at me with a threatening look.

I rolled my eyes at her and couldn't help but retort, "Who's playing with you? Am I a fool? How can you bully me as you please?"

Vera stared at me fiercely, as if saying that if I said another word, she would tear my mouth apart.

I kept cursing her, "Idiot."

Daniel squatted down beside me. He had a smile on his usually serious face. "You still have the energy to curse. It looks like you haven't fallen stupid yet."

I was speechless.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he effortlessly lifted me up and walked straight towards his RV.

He was nearly 6.2 feet tall, and the sudden lift made me instinctively wrap my arms around his neck to seek a sense of security.

Earlier I hadn't believed the netizens when they said he looked perfect from any angle.

However, I had looked up at him from below and found him to be exceptionally handsome. I couldn't help but silently give a thumbs-up to the netizens.

They didn’t deceive me.

He carried me into his RV and placed me on the seat, and brought the medical kit to treat the wound on my hand.

As soon as the iodine-soaked cotton swab touched the wound, I couldn't help but let out a soft ‘hiss’.

Daniel glanced at me and said, "I thought you were quite tolerable just now cause you didn't even fight back when you were bullied."

Although he said so, his actions became much gentler.

I angrily said, "Do you think I don't want to fight back? I just couldn't get up. If I could, I would definitely pull out all her hair."

He chuckled, put the band-aid on the wound after treatment, and then reminded me, "Keep your wound away from water for the next few days."

I obediently nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Joseph."

I joined the crew for over a month but I had only spoken to him a couple of times.

Every time I interacted with him, it was a polite thank you when I took the food he treated the crew to, without any other emotions.

"Mr. Joseph, thank you for the grilled skewers."

"Thank you for the espresso, Mr. Joseph."

"Mr. Joseph, the fruit today was delicious, thank you."

...

It was just a trivial acquaintance and an ordinary colleague relationship, but he was the only one willing to step forward and help me.

Inevitably, my heart was touched.

"Just call me Daniel. Don't address me so distantly."

"But doesn't everyone call you that?"I hadn't reacted for a moment to what was wrong with this title.

And besides, "They all call you Mr. Joseph, wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to call you by your name?"

He looked at me as if I was an idiot.

I instantly dared not say anything else, "Okay, Daniel."

I was awakened by Fiona’s serious calls.

My phone had been thrown on the bedside table, and it took me a while to find it with my eyes closed.

I answered with a hoarse voice, "Hello?"

She seemed very anxious on the other end, and asked me urgently, "Victoria, where are you now?"

I didn't understand, so I honestly replied, "I'm at home. You know after we separated, I went straight home."

Before Fiona could continue, May took the phone away the next second and said seriously, "Stay at home and don't go anywhere. Close all the curtains tightly. We will be there right away."

I thought that May already knew about my pregnancy from Fiona and came to interrogate me, so I didn't think much and agreed.

But when I remembered she reminded me to close the curtains, I realized that something was wrong.

Thinking of those missed calls and messages on my phone from my friends that I hadn't had time to check, I had a bad feeling and asked with a frown, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

But May just told me to wait until she arrived and hung up in a hurry.

I got out of bed, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked down. Wow, a group of journalists with cameras were squatting down there.

My heart started pounding, so I quickly opened Twitter.

Sure enough, I saw my name in the first place on the trending list.

And the second trending topic was about this incident. [Victoria White appeared in the obstetrics and gynecology department for prenatal examination.]

Right behind me was the male actor Bryan Hall, who I had collaborated with and had been rumored to be my boyfriend because of having a private dinner with me, and the boss of the company rumored to be my sugar daddy, Damon Allen.

I clicked on the second trending topic.

The first tweet was a video released by a gossip account over half an hour ago. The shooter was far away, so the video was not clear, but people who were familiar with me could still recognize my camouflaged figure at a glance.

The video had the entire process from me entering the hospital to leaving the hospital.

The netizens below were very lively, speculating about the father of my child.

They thought Bryan and Damon had the best possibilities.

Lazy Guy, [I bet ten packs of snacks. The child’s father is Victoria's sugar daddy Damon. It seems that she's going to trade in her kid to get resources. What a good strategy.]

Daydreamer, [I bet twenty packs of snacks. The child's father is Bryan! They must be a couple!]

Victoria's Lover, [Stop guessing. The child is mine.]

...

I scrolled down and there was an ID called 'Boring' saying, [Stop guessing. It's Daniel's.]

I guess it must be a staff member I had worked with before. After all, Daniel and I were usually low-key and people seldom knew that.

With just a few words, this account was being chased and cursed by people, cursing it to death and saying that Daniel couldn’t like me even if I threw myself at him. There were rational fans saying that he had nothing to do with me.

Well, no one would believe that the child's real father was Daniel.

In order to avoid reporters, May drove directly into the underground garage and then took the elevator up from below.

I thought May would scold me fiercely when I opened the door, but she just looked at me deeply, sighed deeply, and walked past me without saying a word.

Wow, she looked even scarier.