Chapter 11
But Emmett had other ideas. “Hold on. Everyone’s already waiting. Let’s turn up the hype. We’ll announce Yvonne last as the grand finale. Drop the main leads first and build the anticipation.”
It was a smart move. Yvonne’s popularity was still massive, but the official social media accounts only announced the male and female leads, leaving the mystery supporting actress as the ultimate cliffhanger.
Yvonne’s fan club leaders and fans bombarded Ashley with questions, but she only gave vague answers, fueling the frenzy even more.
After three years away. Yvonne had fewer fans, but the ones who remained were fiercely loyal. They flooded the internet with fan art and edits, keeping her name trending.
Yolanda nearly threw her phone when she saw the posts. “No way! I can’t just sit here,” she muttered.
“We can’t stay silent. Let’s spread those audition rumors to the fan groups. If we play it right, everyone will think Yvonne stole your role. Viral attention cuts both ways, right? Jerome adjusted his glasses, a sly grin on his face.
Hearing Jerome’s plan. Yolanda calmed down. “So, what do I do!”
Just follow my lead later, Jerome said.
Yolanda nodded. “Zell’s useless. Jerome, you’re my only hope now”
in the shoulder.
“You got it. I’ll look out for you. Jerome replied, starting to hug her but stopping himself with a pat on
these pictures.”
“Actually, these might come in handy, Jerome said, scrolling through his phone. “We could use
Yolanda’s eyes widened at the photos. “Wh–where’d you get these? She stared at the screen, a mix of shock and excitement.
“Some random number sent them. Whoever did it clearly hates Yvonne, Jerome whispered. “We can use these to our advantage.”
“These pictures will ruin Yvonne. She won’t just be out of showbiz. Her reputation will be toast. Jerome, call the media now.” Yolanda was buzzing with anticipation.
“Wait. We’ll drop them, but not yet. Jerome said, his eyes calculating
As Yvonne pulled into the underground garage, Lorenzo’s car slid right in front of hers.
“Mr. Hammond, that’s Mrs. Hammond’s car,” Evan blurted out, noticing the vehicle behind them.
Lorenzo just nodded, still absorbed in the papers in his hands
When Yvonne parked, her phone buzzed incessantly with messages. The soft beeps erhoed through the garage, catching Lorenzo’s attention as he got out of his car. He raised an eyebrow at her; she seemed even busier than he was
“What a coincidence, Wonne said with an awkward smile, switching her phone to silent mode. She glanced around at the rows of luxury cars, thinking again how wealthy Lorenzo must be,
That morning. Lloyd had handed her a bunch of car keys to choose from. For a moment, she felt overwhelmed, like someone seeing all these fancy things for the first time
She ultimately declined Lorenzo’s offer. If the needed a new car, she’d buy it herself, using Starry Entertainment’s money.
“Next time, have the driver pick you up, Lorenzo said, frowning
gwhen h
he saw how tired Yvonne looked.
y she’d felt so terrible last night. After
“Im used to driving myself, Yvonne replied, wincing. Her period had comic a week early, which explained why
a long day on the go, she probably looked like a mess,
There’s some soup in the kitchen. Make sure to have some, Lorenzo said calmly.
Yonne paused at his words. She was sure now his gesture of rubbing her belly last night hadn’t been a dream. This quiet care still got to her. Laden was nothing like Zell.
