Aside from Elijah, Liesel couldn't think of anyone else who would do this.Neal hadn't returned to the country yet. And even if he had, he wouldn't resort to such childish methods of revenge.As for Jordan, he wouldn't concern himself with someone as insignificant as Natalie. But that made him overlook how much of an impact someone like her had on Liesel.Despite Natalie's humble origins and low character, she had inflicted deep emotional and physical wounds on Liesel.Jordan and Neal weren't in the country and were unaware of what Natalie had done.The only ones who knew the truth were Jacob, Elijah, and Natalie herself.With Jacob defending Natalie so fiercely, how could he possibly harm her? Since she hadn't done it, the only person who could take action against Natalie was Elijah.He was pretty decisive, perhaps with no intention of sparing Natalie.Compared to what Natalie had done to her, Elijah's retaliation was considered quite ruthless.Elijah had returned to the head
"Both of us want to start fresh, so there's really no need for the dress." Liesel declined with a smile.Of course, it wasn't just a dress.Ever since Natalie had ruined the dress Heather made, Liesel had developed a strong aversion to such gifts.She had vowed not to accept anything from Jacob again. She believed that if they were to sever ties, it had to be done completely.Drew let out a sigh. He was clearly taken aback by how things had turned out. "I thought you and boss would last."He had even picked out baby names and gifts for the couple. Who would have thought that they would end up divorced in just three years?"I'll pass your message along to him."After a pause, he offered some earnest advice. "I know you're upset with him after yesterday, but… I really hope you can take a serious look at your relationship.""I'm really serious." Liesel stood up to pour him a cup of coffee.Having worked together for three years, they had become close friends, and Liesel didn't in
"Are you sure this won't get found out? I mean, it's cheating on the college entrance exam," Zack said. No matter what, he was still a teacher and acutely aware of the consequences.Sky shrugged nonchalantly. "Dad, you've been teaching long enough to know that some people get away with bending the rules. Those with money and power don't want things like this going public."That was true. Though Zack felt uneasy, the large sum of money that Sky mentioned while draping an arm around his neck blinded him.As long as the payoff was substantial, sacrificing Xavier didn't seem like a big deal.The two of them were plotting openly in the living room, unaware of the need for discretion.By then, it was midnight. Xavier, who had just returned from his part-time job at a nightclub in the city center, overheard them.The two probably assumed Xavier wouldn't be back tonight, so they didn't bother to lower their voices.Xavier was still in his work uniform, with lipstick marks on his white s
This wasn't the first time Sky and Zack saw Xavier in this state. Sky clapped his chest reassuringly. "Don't worry. Xavier is just drunk. He won't hear a thing. He has no idea about our plans."Despite his words, Zack felt a nagging sense of unease.But before he could dwell on it, Sky had already brought up how much money they could get, and Zack simply stopped worrying about what felt off.Once back in his room, Xavier locked the door and finally let out a sigh of relief as he lay on his bed.He felt utterly lost and betrayed. His father and brother were using him without a thought for the consequences he might face.He needed to find a way to thwart their plans. He couldn't let them succeed.The stress weighed heavily on him, and he barely slept that night.The next day at school, he slept through the morning classes.Fortunately, his excellent grades meant the teachers turned a blind eye.…In the afternoon, sunlight filtered through layers of leaves, casting dappled shad
Xavier couldn't shake the feeling that he recognized Liesel. It was a strange mix of familiarity and unfamiliarity.People flowed around them, but their gazes remained locked.Noticing Liesel's attention on Xavier, Helena quickly signaled to a department head to call him over and introduce him to Liesel."Liesel, this is Xavier Scott, our all-around genius. He's likely a top scorer for this year's college entrance exam." Helena spoke with a hint of pride at the mention of Xavier.Liesel could sense that Helena genuinely had a positive impression of Xavier, which brought her a sense of happiness. "That's wonderful."Smiling, she said, "Principal Davis, since you think so highly of Xavier, how about I give him a little incentive?"Xavier, if you can achieve a top-three score in the Ashthorne college entrance exam, I'll cover all your expenses during college and graduate school. Plus, I'll throw in a special gift. What do you think?"This offer was exceptional. It practically gave
Xavier watched Liesel as she handed him her business card and murmured his thanks.Liesel stood beneath a sycamore tree. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, scattering them softly onto her shoulders. Her long hair danced in the wind, occasionally veiling her cool yet gentle eyes.With a warm smile, she looked at Xavier. "Contact me if you need anything."With that, she turned to leave.Xavier's gaze dropped to the card she had given him, which read, "Liesel Sharp, Project Department Manager, Ford Corporation."Her name struck him as beautiful.He recalled her words and wished she could really fulfill his wishes. He hoped to shed his past, an unspeakable chapter of his life, and start anew.But why would someone he had just met actually want to save him? Those trapped in the mire needed the ability to rescue themselves.Tightly gripping the card in his hand, Xavier remained rooted in place. His eyes followed Liesel as she walked away."You're really lucky to catch Liesel's eye,
Liesel remained silent. Since Natalie was ignored completely, she started to feel awkward.Drew couldn't help but chuckle softly. The sound echoed clearly in the car.Yet Natalie seemed oblivious to the tension. She insisted on pressing Liesel. "Liesel, why aren't you talking to me?" she asked as if demanding an explanation.Liesel felt genuinely irritated.Finally, unable to tolerate it any longer, she turned to Jacob with a sneer and said, "If you can't keep your girlfriend in check, don't blame me for saying harsh things."Then, her gaze landed on Natalie, and a wave of derision flowed from her lips."Natalie, I hope you always remember that I'm the daughter of Jeffrey Sharp and Heather Mallone. You're just a product of Jeffrey's affair with another woman. Even though we share the same father, your very existence is a wound to my mom and me."If you were a decent person, you'd have a sense of shame and keep your distance from me instead of buzzing around like a pesky fly."Y
The car fell into a heavy silence, as Liesel and Jacob were the only ones left inside.Liesel closed her eyes, seemingly not intending to say anything.After a moment, she settled into the driver's seat and started the car.This was Jacob's new vehicle, a sleek black Maybach. He had replaced the blue Cayenne she had gifted him.Throughout the ride, neither of them spoke. The car continued on until they arrived at Ford Manor."Liesel," Jacob called out just as she was about to step out of the car. "What's your relationship with Xavier?"Liesel paused for a moment, then a faint smile played at the corners of her lips. "My relationship with Xavier doesn't seem to concern you, Mr. Ford. You should focus only on your girlfriend."As Liesel got out, Jacob didn't press the matter about Xavier any further and merely suggested, "Since you're here, why don't you come inside?"Liesel found his remark somewhat amusing.She opened the car door, intending to call for a ride. Just then, she
How could Yvonne say that her fans were for her to exploit? That was one way to drive her fans away completely. They weren't pathetic for wanting to idolize someone.Yvonne's remaining fans tagged her on Twitter to demand answers, but she dared not respond at all. A few of her die-hard fans were left dismayed and completely disappointed in her. This prompted them to announce their departure from the fandom. Meanwhile, her remaining fans were clueless and couldn't make much impact.The video exposing Yvonne's true colors triggered a new trend "A Discussion About The Relationship Between Idols And Their Fans". Many inevitably brought up Chelsea, and Damian's fans chimed in that he was even more gentle and considerate. He even beat up a worker for stalking his fans, and that revelation earned Damian more fans.The fiasco this time had caused a wave of discussion about fans in the entertainment industry. Fans were made aware of their status so they would understand that they weren't
"I don't believe idols are superior to their fans. We're equals—our bond is mutual. We're responsible for accompanying each other and growing together."Chelsea popped a signed photograph into a paper bag and handed it to her loyal fan next to her. She continued, "Some became my fans because of my looks and performance. "All these are definitely important, but I hope they continue being my fans in the future because of my character and excellent talents."I hope my fans will notice my efforts, and they'll do the same as I did—walk toward the future with determination. The fans' support and admiration will give me more confidence, and my hard work will also inspire my fans to be better."Chelsea confidently walked away from the crowd to Ophelia and took out a wet wipe to dry the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Becoming a fan doesn't mean you should exhaust yourself. "Idolizing others is also a great way to improve yourself. An idol is like a guiding light. If she doesn't hel
While Ophelia had been quite harsh, her eyes turned red as soon as she spun on her heel. She had been Yvonne's fan for so many years and idolized her. It wasn't easy for Ophelia to simply dislike her right away.But Ophelia knew that she would really be a fool if she continued looking up to Yvonne. The snippet of the exchange ended there. After that, Ophelia and the others left the backstage area with reddened eyes. It was crowded outside the performance venue. Many held red LED boards, and some even held Chelsea's fan merchandise. One glance at them told Ophelia that they were Chelsians.While it seemed crowded, everyone was actually standing in two lines in an orderly fashion. Chelsea cheerfully handed out small gift bags to her fans. Afraid that Chelsea might exhaust herself, some fans took the initiative to help her hand out the bags. Others obediently distributed hot bubble tea Chelsea had bought as well. Since the weather was getting colder, she was worried that the fans wo
A twisted expression crossed Yvonne's face. "Your love for me has always been superficial! You supported me because of my looks!"Once better and prettier idols debut, you'll immediately switch sides and support them! Why should I give back so much to fans like you?"Yvonne pointed at the door. "Look how many people have shown support for Chelsea after she debuted? How many of my fans have turned into Chelsians and how many of them even started insulting me online?"Your support has always been ridiculous and superficial! What's wrong with me for taking advantage of people like you? "Fans who stan idols have always been childish and ridiculous! Serve all of you right for being so useless! Those in their right minds would never keep up with any idols!""Have you gone mad?" Ophelia couldn't help but push Yvonne aside. Ophelia couldn't believe that Yvonne, whom she had admired for so many years, had uttered such unkind words. Ophelia threw the LED board to the ground. The utter fo
The paparazzo burst into laughter. He held his stomach as he rolled on the couch in glee. "Oh, wow! You still invited your fans here in your current situation. They're really your diehard fans."A vein throbbed on Yvonne's forehead. She couldn't help but hiss under her breath. "Aren't you my fans? Since you are, you should be on my side and continue helping me!""We might be fans, but does that mean you can treat us as fools?"While Ophelia's eyes had gone red, she did not hold back as she lashed out at Yvonne. "You already knew that we're just useless female students. Why did you even message us privately and invite us to the performance venue?"We worried about you. We showed up with light sticks and gifts, just hoping to let you know we were still here and that we still had your back. "And what did you do? What are fans to you, Yvonne? Are we even people in your eyes? Or are we just tools—things you can use and toss aside whenever you feel like it?"Yvonne froze. Meanwhile, t
Yvonne opened the door and was startled by the sight of Ophelia and her friends. She patted her chest. "When did you guys arrive? Don't you know how to knock on the door?"Ophelia and her two friends stared at Yvonne with reddened eyes and did not respond. Yvonne recalled the public's opinions toward her as well as the online criticism toward her fans. Their expressions made Yvonne feel rather sympathetic toward them. Since their eyes had turned red, she believed they must have cried out of exasperation after learning that Yvonne was being bullied in the group. They really did seem to be her true fans. "Come in." Yvonne gestured with her chin. After the three entered the lounge, Yvonne handed them three bottles of juice. "Have something to drink for now. I'll take you out for a bite later."Ophelia held the bottle of juice but did not drink it. Finally, Yvonne noticed that each of them was holding a cat doll. "Are you giving me these cat dolls as presents?"The three did not say
Yvonne's chest ached, making it hard for her to breathe. The words Ophelia once said had left her feeling extremely miserable. Yvonne sat at the table and sobbed."Chelsea became what others have always dreamed to be because she didn't need any persona. She always shone the brightest on stage. Chelsea can lead her fans into a brighter future, and you'll only lead us into darkness and nightmares."Those were Ophelia's last words before leaving. Until now, her words haunted Yvonne like a relentless nightmare. It was like a projector that couldn't be switched off, replaying over and over that she was nothing compared to Chelsea.How did that happen? Ophelia was Yvonne's fan, and Yvonne believed Ophelia, the daughter of the Fords, should always be her fan. Yvonne wiped her tears away. As soon as she turned around, she saw the cat doll Ophelia had given her as a final gift. These days, Yvonne took the cat doll with her everywhere. She still kept it with her even while filming a self-
At Ashthorne Studios, the director announced, "Alright, cut! That's a wrap, everyone. Great work today! You can all head off to the hotel and get some rest." Crew members chuckled and began filing out. They were chatting as they made their way to their rooms.But Yvonne, who was still on set, was fuming as she clutched her phone. She had seen Ophelia's reply, and it only made her angrier.One of her assistants, who was trailing behind with genuine concern, asked, "Yvonne, are you alright? Feeling unwell?""Get lost!" Yvonne snapped, glaring. "You're an eyesore!"The assistant shrank back, clearly frightened and hurt by her harsh tone.Yvonne hurried off to her hotel room with her phone clutched tightly as she replayed a particular video over and over. There was no mistaking that the person in the video was one of her biggest fans from back in the day, the same fan who had once waited for her at the airport in Huntaria.A seething mix of jealousy, anger, and bitter resentment chur
Ophelia was done with Yvonne. Unable to hold back her emotions any longer, she took to Twitter to attack her."Did you really think that every gift I painstakingly made was worthless? After years of devotion, the person I once adored has become completely unrecognizable. When I confronted her, she acted as if nothing was wrong."She even claimed that because I was her fan, I had no right to criticize her. I find that utterly absurd."I once asked her what a fan meant to her, and she dismissed us as shallow, saying our love was something that could be discarded. I always believed an idol should be the pillar of her fans' dreams, a beacon of hope. "But the Yvonne I loved—the one who shone so brightly in pursuit of her dreams—was gone."So, from that day on, I severed all ties. The doll I once gave her on Twitter was my final farewell gift. It was a proper goodbye, not a sign of regret. I stopped logging into that account because I wanted to leave with dignity."And don't say Chels