บททั้งหมดของ The Wrong Night with Mr. Right: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

‘…The physics behind the whip involves the transfer of energy from the person wielding the whip to the tip of the whip,’ Milo lectured, sitting up in bed. ‘When the whip is cracked, the tip of the whip moves faster than the speed of sound, creating a sonic boom that produces a loud cracking sound.’Alessia could only nod. ‘Sounds fascinating.’‘It is!’ Milo’s eyes glinted brightly. ‘I wonder what material they used to make the whip. Must be something flexible. Maybe leather. Or nylon.’Alessia promised she’d look into it.It was half past eleven when Milo finally went to sleep.Alessia washed up and climbed into bed.She slept in, since the next day was Sunday.She woke up, made breakfast for Milo and Veronica, and decided they could all use some fresh air.They headed to the park, where the laughter of children and the chirping of birds filled the air.Alessia watched Milo run towards the swings, his giggles infectious.She couldn’t help but smile as she pushed him on the swing.‘Hig

Alessia stared at Wilda, amazed. ‘You’re really telling it like it is, huh?’Wilda flashed a wry smile and leaned back in her chair. ‘D*mn right I am. When I started BuzzBeat, it was meant to be a beacon of truth, not just another gossip rag. I wanted it to be the go-to for millennials—real news, inspiring tales, and lifestyle stuff that matters.’Alessia was intrigued. ‘I had no idea. That actually sounds like a paper I’d enjoy working for.’Then she quickly backtracked. ‘Of course, I don’t mean I’m not enjoying working here right now.’Wilda smiled and let it slide. ‘It’s fine.’A wistful look came into her eyes. ‘Anyway, that’s what I envisioned for the paper. But with my other ventures in the multi-channel network business, I left BuzzBeat in Jeramy’s hands, thinking he’d carry the torch.’‘And he dropped it,’ Alessia said.‘Big time.’ Wilda frowned. ‘He got lost in all the luxury and forgot our mission.’‘Well, that’s about to change,’ Alessia said hopefully. ‘You’re taking the r

Wilda was pleased by Alessia’s conscientiousness. ‘In my mind, a multimedia interview looks something like this: it involves a written article, along with video and other forms of visual content, such as YouTube Shorts or Tiktok profiles. The written article serves as the backbone of the interview, providing a detailed account of the subject’s life, career, and experiences. I’ll have another team to handle the video component. And I want you to pen the first article.’Alessia was both thrilled by the opportunity and daunted by the challenge.The kind of in-depth interview Wilda was talking about went beyond anything she had done before.Wilda continued, ‘That’s why I was asking about you and Mr Wilde. At just twenty-nine, he’s already achieved so much. He’s a true inspiration for young entrepreneurs and exactly the kind of go-getter I want for the series.’She winked. ‘Of course, it doesn’t hurt that the man’s got brooding good looks and a billionaire status to match.’‘He does have a

‘N-n-no, no, no, it’s n-n-not a tabloid anymore,’ Lee hurriedly explained, stumbling over his words. ‘W-we’ve c-c-changed our f-f-focus t-t-to high-quality c-c-content. A-a-and I-I-I promise, the i-i-interview w-will be p-p-professional.’Logan scoffed, clearly unimpressed. ‘I don’t do interviews with amateurs, and I certainly won’t agree to be interviewed by someone who can’t even speak fluently.’Lee’s heart sank at the harsh words, his stammer becoming more pronounced with his anxiety. ‘I-I’m s-s-sorry if I-I-I’m n-n-nervous,’ he managed to say, trying to regain his composure. ‘B-b-but I-I-I’m a g-g-good pho-tographer, and I-I-I promise I-I-I’ll d-do my b-b-best for the i-i-interview.’Logan’s tone remained stern. ‘I don’t have time for this. Get someone else who can talk properly to make the call.’And with that, he hung up on Lee, leaving the photographer feeling dejected and defeated.Lee slumped back in his chair, feeling defeated and dejected.Alessia patted his shoulder comfo

Attempting to confirm Logan’s interest, Alessia asked again, ‘So, are you sure you want to do the interview?’Logan’s response was measured. ‘I’ll need to hear more about it before I decide. After all, BuzzBeat, as a tabloid, isn’t known for its impartial coverage. I have to consider protecting the reputation of me and my company.’Alessia wanted to assure him that BuzzBeat was undergoing significant changes under Miss Wilda Hicks’ visionary leadership. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘BuzzBeat is transforming, and the profile on you won’t be a scandalous gossip piece. It’ll be an honest portrayal of you and your achievements.’Logan seemed intrigued. ‘I want to hear more about your plans for the interview. Why don’t we find a place to talk?’Alessia hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement. ‘All right, there’s a great dessert place not far from here. But this time, I’m paying.’Logan smirked. ‘Deal. Just don’t scratch me again.’He climbed out of the backseat and settled beh