Devilish secretary
Chapter 366 She handled Sebastian better than most

Chapter 366: Chapter 366 She handled Sebastian better than most

Krystal, elegantly seated with her long wavy hair falling perfectly over her shoulders, took the mic with a light smile. The crowd quieted just a bit, clearly eager to hear from her. Her aura was graceful and yet there was always something playful in her eyes, something that reminded people why she remained so loved despite being so famous.

She tilted her head slightly, pretending to think. "Hmmm... I don’t even know why they give the mic to me after Jackson. He just makes everyone laugh so much, and I feel like the boring one now," she said, pouting dramatically.

The audience chuckled again, her fans cheering louder.

"But truly," Krystal continued with a gentle smile, "I’m really thankful to be part of found you Across a River. I’ve worked on many projects, but this one holds a different kind of weight. It was emotional, intense, and honestly... it taught me a lot about how people carry silent pain."

"I hope when you all watch it, you don’t just enjoy the visuals or the drama. I hope you feel something deeper—about life, regrets, and moving forward."

The hall fell silent for a beat, taking in her words.

Then she quickly added with a grin, "Also, I promise Jackson cried the most during filming. Just wanted everyone to know that."

The audience burst out laughing again as Jackson playfully held his hand over his heart like he’d been betrayed.

Krystal handed the mic back to the host with a wink, settling back in her chair as the cheers grew louder.

Then, as the cheers began to fade and the host prepared to continue, a reporter from the middle row raised her hand and stood up with her press badge swinging around her neck.

"Excuse me," she called out, her voice confident, "this question is for the director. We’ve heard a lot from the main cast, but where is the antagonist female lead? The audience is quite curious about her absence—especially since she played such a powerful role in the film."

A few more reporters nodded and murmured in agreement, their cameras ready, their pens poised.

Director PJ adjusted the mic in front of him and gave a small, amused smile. "Ah... you’re talking about her," he said, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

The tension in the room shifted subtly—just a touch of anticipation hanging in the air.

"She’s on her way," he said smoothly. "You know how it is with stars like her—timing is everything. And honestly..." He leaned forward a little, smirking like he was about to share a secret. "Wouldn’t it be a little too easy if she just walked in with everyone else? And trust me, she won’t let today be any different."

The crowd chuckled, and the cameras flashed as whispers floated around the room.

Everyone knew exactly who he meant—Lilith.

And now... all eyes were on the entrance, waiting for her to appear.

***

"Where have you gone to, my Sparkle?" Rose cried out, wiping her face with the sleeve of her oversized hoodie. Her nose was red, her eyes puffy from crying. She had been searching the whole house for him, even checking under the sofa twice.

Just then, a soft rustle came from the open window, and with a light leap, Loki appeared on the windowsill.

He jumped down and rubbed gently against her leg, purring lowly.

Rose looked down with trembling lips. "Sparkle..." she whispered again, sinking to the floor to pull him close to her chest. "I was so worried! Don’t run off like that again..."

Loki blinked slowly, his little head tucked against her neck. He could feel her heartbeat thudding hard. Her warmth. Her sadness.

He hadn’t meant to upset her.

He had only gone to carry out a task Lilith had given him. Something very important. Elder Sister never gave orders without reason. He had gone straight there, handled it swiftly, and returned the moment he was done.

And yet, in that short window of time... this foolish, soft-hearted human had crumbled like snow in summer.

He sighed internally, pressing his small paw to her cheek as if to say, I’m here now, calm down.

She sniffled again, hugging him tighter.

Loki thought, his ears twitching sadly, What will she do when I leave for real? When the day comes, and I return to the hell realm?

She cried like this after just five hours. Would she cry all night if he never came back?

He didn’t know.

And that uncertainty suddenly made the great little demon cat feel... unbearably small.

At the same time, inside a large, modern villa tucked away in the city’s wealthy district, Alan Carter sat in his study, surrounded by shelves of leather-bound books and tall glass windows that let in soft daylight. He was focused on his laptop, his fingers moving across the keyboard with precision as he went over stock reports and quarterly charts. A warm cup of black coffee sat untouched beside him, already losing its steam.

Ana stood nearby in a pale beige dress, holding a tablet in her hands. She had just finished reading an article and was now looking at her husband with a slight frown. The screen still displayed a glossy headline about the latest movie promotion featuring Lilith—her pictures surrounded by glowing comments and rising popularity graphs.

"She’s everywhere lately," Ana said quietly, her voice lined with disbelief. "What do you think about Lilith?" She turned the tablet around for Alan to see. "Even if she becomes popular, even if her face is on magazines or trending online... let’s not forget, her background can never match ours."

Alan didn’t look up. His eyes remained glued to the financial dashboard on his laptop, calm and unreadable. He didn’t blink. He didn’t react.

"She is good," he said simply.

That was it.

Ana frowned deeper. "That’s all you have to say?"

Alan finally leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking beneath him. He folded his arms, his eyes sharp now, though his expression stayed calm. "She handled Sebastian better than most. That already says a lot."