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The girl’s laughter was cutting. “Then how about your nose implant? Hand it over.”
Joanna shook her head in panic. “Please, can’t we trade for something else? This one was expensive. If you take it out, I won’t be able to afford another…”
The new video wasn’t long, but compared to the first–full of expert opinions–hearing Joanna herself admit to cosmetic surgery was even more explosive.
The studio was a mess.
Joanna was so furious she couldn’t think straight.
“I’m going to kill that bitch! I swear, I’ll kill her!”
Only Celestine could have held onto so much incriminating footage about her.
That idiot, trying to “clear her name” years ago, had saved all kinds of so–called evidence–evidence that could destroy her now.
Joanna had always known that self–righteous little witch would be the death of her someday.
She forced herself to calm down.
Even Chester was useless now.
If he’d actually cared, he would’ve had the video taken down the moment it went up–not wasted time hunting down the so–called original poster to issue a
statement.
So Celestine wanted to play this game? Fine. She’d just have to play hardball too.
Murderous intent flashed in Joanna’s eyes. She let her phone ring and ring, refusing
to answer.
Chester, unable to reach her, was seething.
Joanna had actually gotten plastic surgery. And those people in the video really were her.
“Mr. Fordham, someone’s been pushing those videos behind the scenes, and original poster’s account info is protected,” reported his assistant, hurrying in with the latest update.
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Chester glanced at the phone, which had once again rung out with no answer,
“We’ll let it cool off,” he said coldly.
Joanna had at least been right about one thing: Most people were just following the crowd. They didn’t actually hate her.
Given time, people would forget. All it would take was one more hit project–one more irresistible character–and the masses would flock back to her.
Since she’d chosen to keep secrets from him, he’d just have to respect her choices.
Staring at the photos, Chester slammed his laptop shut in frustration.
Whoever was behind this was bold–brazen, even. The person Chester had hired to pose as the “original poster” hadn’t been able to get anywhere. Instead, the other side had dropped an even bigger bomb.
Impressive. He honestly wanted to meet whoever was orchestrating this.
In her apartment, Celestine hung up on Mirabelle and was just about to go to bed, when she noticed something odd online: the so–called “original poster” of the video had come out to clarify things.
Celestine skimmed the account’s main page–IP address: Portside City.
So, they wanted to play a little cat–and–mouse with the authorities.
She watched as the narrative online began to shift, the public mood turning.
Without hesitation, Celestine reopened her laptop, quickly edited a new video, and uploaded it with a freshly made burner account.
She watched as her video passed the review process, then finally relaxed enough to sleep.
She knew she’d never have the reach of the big influencers, but just getting a piece of this viral moment was a win.
The next morning, as soon as Celestine woke up and turned on her phone, she was bombarded with 99+ notifications from the platform.
She was stunned. She hadn’t paid for any promotion, had she?
The video she’d posted last night had been forwarded and commented on over a million times overnight.
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Now, it was locked in at the very top of the trending list.
Her inbox was flooded with entertainment companies waving olive branches, all desperate for more inside gossip.
Fordham Group’s PR team was especially aggressive.
Celestine ignored them and logged out of the app.
Her messages from friends were just as lively–everyone was gossiping about Joanna’s plastic surgery.
Only one message was off–topic: a text from Lance.
[Lance]: There’s a charity auction tonight. I’m short one date. Would you care to join
me?
