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Louie immediately stepped in, pulling Nathan back.
“Nathan, let me make something crystal clear–I might just be the third Cavendish son, but my people aren’t yours to fuck with!”
Louie shot Sunny a look.
Sunny immediately helped Amelia into the trailer.
As Amelia climbed the steps, she heard Nathan’s voice.
“Who the hell are you?” Nathan asked, eyes narrowing dangerously.
Louie froze, not daring to speak, just looking at Amelia
“You’re gonna have to be more specific, Mr. Harrison,” Amelia said without turning around. “Otherwise I
have no clue how to answer that.”
“With your musical talent and technical skills, there’s no way you’d be a nobody,” Nathan said, staring at
her back, each word deliberate.
“So what’s your endgame here?”
Before Amelia could respond, Louie lost it.
“None of your goddamn business!” Louie was furious. Endgame? What do you think a singer’s doing on a
music show?”
Louie barely stopped himself from asking if Nathan was brain–dead.
Nathan shot Louie a cold look like he was staring at a oron.
Amelia knew what Nathan was getting at–if she had to guess, he was talking about the Vivian situation.
But Louie’s response worked perfectly.
Saved her from having to say anything.
She started to continue into the car.
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“I’m not here to interrogate you.” Nathan’s voice came from behind.
“I’m here to tell you that Vivian is my responsibility. Thandle her situation myself. I don’t give a shit what your agenda is or what you’re planning–just think about what I said.”
Amelia stopped.
Then slowly turned around.
Nathan stood there with endless darkness behind him, wind ruffling his hair.
Was this a threat?
Or more like a warning?
This time he didn’t even bother with the usual bullshit about understanding Vivian’s illness and supposed
kindness.
No excuses at all.
Just flat–out telling her that whatever she did, he’d have Vivian’s back.
Basically telling her to think real hard about whether she could actually take on Nathan Harrison before
making any moves.
Amelia smiled.
This was his idea of love?
If what he felt for Vivian was love, then what the hell had they once been?
She’d tried so damn hard to keep clear boundaries between them.
But they kept pushing her, over and over and over!
Rage bubbled up inside her.
Amelia’s fists clenched.
Right then-
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Both their phones went off.
Amelia checked hers–message from Se7ven in the group chat.
Latest updates on Vivian’s counterattack.
Several links:
Elena’s Messy Personal Life: Abortion Just 10 Days Before Voice of Heaven Debut
Elena–Louie Sexual Transaction: Voice of Heaven Allegedly Louie’s Compensation for Elena’s Abortion
And-
Elena’s Charity Fraud: Name Missing from Donor List Despite Appearing at Event and Taking Donor Group Photos–Morally Bankrupt!
Louie saw it too.
He waved the screenshots in Nathan’s face.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Louie wasn’t actually stupid. “This your idea of ‘sweet, innocent‘ Vivian?”
Nathan’s jaw tightened as he looked toward the car door.
But the masked woman had vanished.
After going off on Nathan, Louie ignored him and rushed into the trailer.
The vehicle started and drove past Nathan. He looked up but only caught Elena’s masked profile through the window.
The trailer cruised down the road with a makeup artist helping remove stage makeup.
No makeup under the mask–just paint on the bottom half of her face.
Sunny was absolutely livid reading the online attacks.
“How can anyone be this fucking shameless!”
“I used to think she was so sweet–dying but still trying to inspire other sick people with her story. But this
total bullshit…”
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“Mr. Cavendish, Elena, what do we do?”
“And that Mr. Harrison–he’s protecting Vivian. How do we handle him?”
Louie wanted to strategize with Amelia, but with Sunny there, he kept it vague, saying they’d figure it out.
Halfway through the drive, Amelia and Louie switched from the trailer to a Bentley.
In the Bentley, Amelia finally pulled off her mask.
“What’s your take?” Louie asked.
He kept scrolling through the shitstorm.
Normally, with Elena’s talent, minor rumors weren’t worth addressing.
Even if Elena was dating or married–no big deal.
But what dropped now had the keywords sexual transaction and charity fraud.
Sexual transaction could be spun as dating rumors or baseless accusations, but charity fraud…
“There really wasn’t an Elena name on the donor list that night, and you made me hide who really
owned that tanzanite.”
She’d bought Mila’s painting later, but using her own paddle to bid against Nathan for the tanzanite would’ve been too obvious. To avoid complications, they’d used Louie’s paddle number, so naturally no “Elena” appeared anywhere.
All the identity protection they’d done was now biting them in the ass.
Charity fraud wasn’t some minor scandal.
This made her a toxic artist. Anyone tagged with charity fraud got automatically blacklisted industry–wide.
Even if Cavendish Entertainment wanted to fight, no other investors would touch an artist with that kind of reputation.
Amelia scrolled through online comments.
If people had recognized her talent before, now it was completely flipped.
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“That was a charity gala for sick kids. I remember Elen made a whole marketing push about competing
with Nathan on stage.”
“Exactly! If she’d bid on literally anything it wouldn’t be fraud. Those sick kids‘ artwork wasn’t even expensive. Not spending a cent but using sick children for clout–absolutely disgusting!”
“Had the balls to join the donor group photo. Is she a donor? Completely shameless!”
“Talent’s one thing, but she’s rotten to the core. Who cares how skilled she is? Charity fraud, sexual transactions–either one of these could destroy her!”
“If someone like Elena can win a music competition, the entertainment industry is fucked.”
“For real. If she gets away with this, what about when my fave got canceled?”
“Right! My girl was A–list before getting blacklisted for way less.”
“If trash like Elena can keep working in entertainment. I want my girl’s comeback!”
The internet was in complete meltdown. Elena’s support cratered instantly.
Watching this unfold weren’t just Amelia and Louie–Nathan was seeing it all too.
