Chapter 40
Vivian frowned as she read the letter carefully, then checked online platforms After that, she actually laughed.
“It’s fine.”
She continued selecting clothes, saying casually, “You just don’t get it.”
“They’re testing me.”
The caregiver didn’t understand.
Vivian was unusually patient in her explanation: “If they really wanted to come after me, they would’ve published this cease–and–desist publicly instead of just sending it to my email.”
“I still don’t get it,” the caregiver said, confused.
“They want to see how I handle this,” Vivian explained. “If I panic like you’re doing right now, then they can demand whatever they want.”
The caregiver still looked lost: “So what do we do?”
“String them along. Ignore it,” Vivian smiled, picking out a dress from the collection. “Because Louie doesn’t dare touch me. After all, I’m not just Nathan’s woman now–I’m also a… tragic, dying victim.”
She put on that classic fragile–but–beautiful expression.
“If Louie doesn’t want his brothers to destroy him, he better not mess with public opinion.”
After giving the caregiver the dress to iron, Vivian went to bed.
Time flew by. The next evening arrived quickly.
Early that morning, Louie had come to pick up Amelia. Harper was totally unhappy about it, saying Amelia still needed rest.
Caspian had to convince Harper to let it go.
Watching them leave, Harper looked helplessly at her brother.
“Caspian, you’re just letting Louie take her away like that?”
Caspian nodded. “Yeah.”
“But she…”
“Harper, drop it for now. Pushing too hard can backfire,” Caspian said.
Harper wanted to argue but finally nodded. She knew that for years, Amelia had only ever loved Nathan. She’d never had romantic feelings for her brother.
Caspian didn’t want to discuss it further, changing the subject: “By the way, did you get that thing yesterday?”
“Yeah, got it, but there’s a problem,” Harper said.
Later, Karen Orlando had secretly retrieved the phone by buying a new one, switching the cases, and getting the old phone out before signing any
NDAS.
That way, even if they signed confidentiality agreements later, the leak would ve happened before the contract.
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Harper had been surprised they could switch phones so easily when all devices had been confiscated.
Turns out the phones were just sitting in an office drawer that people occasionally accessed.
Later she found out they weren’t worried about theft because all the phones had been wiped clean.
There were data recovery experts these days, but she didn’t know how sophisticated their data deletion methods were, or whether the recovery specialist she’d find could restore anything.
Harper had asked Karen for the phone. Karen didn’t think much of it–besides crew members, there had been tons of audience members at the live
show.
Just because they said no phones didn’t mean people wouldn’t sneak them in, right? And they hadn’t actually signed NDAs yet, so technically nothing was forbidden.
Karen knew nothing about anything.
“Oh, Caspian, do you know any data recovery experts? Hook me up with someone,” Harper asked from the hospital.
“I’ll make some calls,” Caspian replied.
Harper nodded. She’d been feeling guilty for days.
Even though it wasn’t intentional, Amelia’s miscarriage had resulted from her fight with Vivian.
Even though Amelia had never blamed her for it.
Amelia hadn’t even mentioned wanting to keep the baby, instead comforting Harper that she’d planned to terminate anyway and it wasn’t her fault.
Harper knew Amelia was doing this on purpose–trying to reduce her guilt, just like years ago when Amelia had gotten matching sister tattoos with her.
Night fell. Outside a hillside mansion in New York, luxury cars streamed endlessly.
Countless people gathered there. From the bottom of the hill, reporters and paparazzi had already set up camp.
Very few reporters had official entry credentials, but with so many New York elite attending tonight, the paparazzi wouldn’t miss this circus.
If they caught something explosive, it could be worth serious money!
From the bottom of the hill all the way to the mansion’s massive parking area, people were everywhere.
As luxury cars passed, camera flashes went off constantly, turning night into day.
Amelia and Louie sat in the Ferrari as it slowly climbed the hill.
Tonight’s charity gala was for sick children, so attire shouldn’t be too flashy
Amelia wore a simple silver satin gown that hugged her slim figure beautifully
She still wore a mask–different from the live show one. This was custom–made to match her dress: a silver–white half mask in the same color family. Since they’d be wine tasting, she’d left her lips exposed.
Sitting in Louie’s passenger seat as the car climbed slowly, pale moonlight fell across her, making her look like she was bathed in lunar glow.
Since this charity gala was hosted by Cavendish Group–basically the Cavendish family’s event–Louie’s car immediately drew attention when it stopped in the hillside mansion’s parking area.
Especially when they spotted the masked woman in the passenger seat.
Chapter 40
“Elena?”
“Is that Elena? The masked woman!”
“Louie, what’s your relationship with Elena?”
“Louie, bringing Elena tonight–are you going public?”
Reporters and paparazzi swarmed over, shoving microphones toward them.
Luckily security was tight–bodyguards saw the commotion and immediately formed a barrier.
Louie didn’t answer right away. Instead, he got out and walked to the passenger side, opening the door to help Amelia out.
This move made the reporters and paparazzi go absolutely crazy with their cameras.
As the questions kept coming, Louie glanced at Amelia. She nodded slightly.
Only then did Louie speak: “That’s right, this is Elena, an artist under Cavendish Entertainment. She’s my date tonight for the gala–just a normal appearance, nothing more. Please don’t read too much into it.”
Since she was a company artist and they were in the “Voice of Heaven” promotional period, bringing her for publicity made sense.
After all, there would be online voting later in the show, so social media buzz was crucial.
But reporters weren’t satisfied with such tame news–they needed something explosive, like Elena being Louie’s girlfriend.
So they kept pushing forward.
Just as Louie was getting annoyed, a shout rang out-
“Holy shit, is that Nathan’s car? Nathan Harrison, who’s only attended three galas in seven years, actually showed up?!”
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