Chapter 242: I Know Freestyle Pie
Chapter 242: Chapter 242: I Know Freestyle Pie
Not long after Renee Jennings ended her stream, the claim that top celebrity Julian Nash was Freestyle Pie’s boyfriend started trending.
Many clickbait accounts seized the opportunity to stir up trouble and smear Julian Nash’s name.
When Julian Nash’s manager, Leo, saw the trending topics, he was frantic and quickly sent Renee Jennings a private message.
When Julian Nash heard about it, he immediately messaged Renee Jennings on WeChat.
[Miss Jennings, I don’t know Freestyle Pie.]
Renee Jennings, Michelle Fuller, and Diana Jennings were in the backyard, sipping drinks and admiring the moon.
Of course, their conversation still revolved around the incident.
"Does Freestyle Pie have some mental issues?" Michelle Fuller asked.
Renee Jennings’s expression grew serious. "I think so. Her cat, Toto, says she’s always talking to thin air."
Diana Jennings frowned slightly, saying worriedly, "Are you going to see her by yourself tomorrow?"
"I’ve already contacted the police." Renee Jennings let her expression soften, and a faint smile touched her lips. "The police are going with me to Freestyle Pie’s house. Don’t worry."
Diana Jennings breathed a sigh of relief. "That’s good."
"Renee, can I go with you guys?" Michelle Fuller asked, looking at her expectantly.
Renee Jennings thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, but you can’t just say whatever comes to mind, alright?"
"Okay!" Michelle Fuller beamed. "I’ll be on my best behavior. I’ll just watch and won’t say a word."
Renee Jennings looked amused. "Then I can rest easy, Baby Fuller."
"Oh, stop it," Michelle Fuller said with a playful pout. "You’re making fun of me."
After they finished their drinks, Renee Jennings lay down and set an alarm for nine the next morning. Suddenly, the System’s voice echoed in her mind.
[System 009: Congratulations, you have completed the Level 2 hidden mission: Rescue the Victim. Reward granted: 50 points, 500,000 cash.]
[System 009: Congratulations, you have completed the Level 2 mission. Current Level: Level 3. Distributing level-up reward: Centipede Dictionary, 200 points, 2 million cash.]
Renee Jennings raised an eyebrow, a smile spreading in her eyes as she began to calculate her new balance.
As she was calculating, Renee Jennings suddenly remembered something. She had told Evan Shepherd to pay back the three million he owed within three days, and today was the third day.
"That bastard!" she cursed in frustration.
Hearing this, Michelle Fuller tilted her head to look at her. "Renee, who are you cursing at?"
"Evan Shepherd." Renee Jennings sat up, found his number in her contacts, but swiped away before hitting dial.
"Why bring him up all of a sudden?" Michelle Fuller asked.
After Renee Jennings explained the situation, Michelle Fuller also sat up, clenching her fists and cursing, "That piece of trash! Tomorrow I’ll get some guys to throw a sack over his head and beat him up!"
Renee Jennings had been furious, but hearing her friend say that made her laugh. "Michelle, I’ve already thought of a way to handle it."
’It was always like this before my awakening. Whenever I was unhappy, Michelle Fuller would do anything to get revenge for me, even if it meant committing a crime.’
’But not anymore. Neither I nor Michelle will end up as the villainesses who die tragically or become crippled.’
"What way?" Michelle Fuller asked curiously.
"Call the police," Renee Jennings said.
Michelle Fuller blinked, then nodded. "Makes sense!"
Before going to sleep, Renee Jennings opened WeChat again. When she saw Julian Nash’s message, her brow furrowed.
’Julian Nash is an involved party in this matter, too. And it happened on my stream. He has the right to know the real situation.’
Renee Jennings quickly composed a message and sent it: [Mr. Norton, I know. I’m very sorry for the impact this has had on you. Once things are cleared up, I will tell everyone the truth. I apologize for the trouble this has caused you.]
Julian Nash received her reply and read it over and over, murmuring to himself, "So she can type this many words at once."
He pressed his lips together, carefully typing out his reply: [It’s okay. It’s not your fault, you don’t need to apologize.]
Renee Jennings replied: [Then I won’t disturb your rest. Goodbye.]
Staring at the chat screen, Julian Nash sighed with a hint of regret.
’I finally got a chance to talk to her...’
**
At 9:30 in the morning, the sunlight shone through the leaves on the branches, making them look translucent and lush.
A police car slowly pulled up to the entrance of Eastgate Villa No. 8. Henry Stark and Zachary Conway were sitting inside.
Two minutes later, the villa’s main gate slowly opened.
Renee Jennings and Michelle Fuller got into the car.
Zachary Conway greeted them, "Good morning, ladies."
"Morning. This is my good friend, Michelle Fuller," Renee Jennings said with a smile. "Michelle, this is Henry Stark and Zachary Conway."
After Michelle Fuller greeted the two men, Renee Jennings asked, "Have you guys eaten breakfast? I brought some pastries and milk."
Henry Stark was just about to say that he had eaten, when he heard Zachary Conway say cheerfully, "We haven’t, actually! Perfect timing! Thanks."
"Don’t mention it." Renee Jennings handed over the food and milk, then had another thought. "How about I drive so you can eat your breakfast?"
"It’s fine. I can just take a couple of bites here and there and I’ll be done in no time," Zachary Conway said, waving his hand dismissively.
Henry Stark’s brow twitched slightly as he glanced sideways at him.
Zachary Conway raised his eyebrows and said, "You can eat first, Chief."
Henry Stark: "..."
Renee Jennings said, "I’ll send you the address on WeChat, then."
"Sounds good," Zachary Conway agreed with a smile.
After the car started moving, Michelle Fuller began to doze off.
Renee Jennings was thinking about Freestyle Pie’s situation and said with a frown, "Do you think we need to get a psychologist to see her?"
"It’s hard to say if she’ll be willing to cooperate," Henry Stark said softly.
Michelle Fuller stirred awake, yawned, and started playing on her phone.
After a little while, a new message notification suddenly popped up on her WeChat. A friend she hadn’t heard from in a long time had messaged her.
Leo Yves: [Michelle, long time no see. Hope I’m not bothering you. I watched Renee Jennings’s stream last night, and I know the last person she connected with, Freestyle Pie. She made an appointment with me once.]
After reading the message, Michelle Fuller’s eyes flew wide. She whipped her head around to look at Renee Jennings. "Renee!"
"What is it?" Renee Jennings glanced over at her.
Michelle Fuller held out her phone. "This friend of mine is a psychologist."
Renee Jennings’s eyes narrowed slightly. After carefully reading the message, she said in a low voice, "Ask him when it was, and what the results of the psychological evaluation were."
"Okay." Michelle Fuller immediately typed out a reply.
Leo Yves replied quickly: [About a month ago. Her condition was quite serious. I prescribed her medication and told her to come to the clinic regularly for intervention therapy, but she never came back, not even once. I had my assistant call her, but she still didn’t show up.]
Michelle Fuller just shoved the phone at Renee Jennings. "You reply."
After reading Leo Yves’s message, Renee Jennings’s brow furrowed tightly. "It looks like Freestyle Pie knows she has mental health issues."
She typed another message: [Did her behavior last night seem more severe than a month ago?]
Leo Yves: [Yes. But conservatively speaking, if she had been taking her medication as prescribed, she shouldn’t have gotten this severe.]
Michelle Fuller: [Okay, thank you for telling us all this.]
Leo Yves: [You’re welcome. She is my patient, after all. It’s saddening to see her condition worsen like this.]
Michelle Fuller: [Renee Jennings has already contacted the police to go find Freestyle Pie. Would you mind giving your contact information to the police?]
Leo Yves: [Of course not.]