Chapter 143

The moment the show wrapped up, Evelyn Sinclair finally got her well-deserved break. For the next three days, she lounged at home, scrolling endlessly through the latest entertainment gossip, reveling in the chaos that had shaken the industry.

Her reputation as the Entertainment Industry's Truth-Teller had only grown more enigmatic.

In the Blackwood family’s living room, everyone was gathered, chatting animatedly.

Genevieve burst into laughter, shoving her phone in Evelyn’s face.

A fan’s comment read: "I thought Evelyn would be the first to fall, but turns out, it's everyone else. She’s got some serious mystical powers, huh?"

Evelyn blinked. Huh? Why are people saying that about me?

The Blackwoods exchanged knowing glances. Well, considering her system, it’s not entirely wrong.

"Look at this one," Sophia chimed in, grinning. "This person says they’ll only stan celebrities you befriend from now on. Otherwise, they risk emotional and financial damage when their faves inevitably crash and burn."

"Evelyn’s basically a trendsetter now," Margaret remarked with amusement.

Evelyn groaned. "My DMs are flooded with requests for ‘appraisals.’ I’ve turned into a damn fortune teller."

Honestly, celebrity worship is like marriage. Starts off great, but in the end, it all comes down to their conscience. Who knows who’ll disappoint us next?

The Blackwoods nodded in silent agreement.

"By the way," Margaret asked curiously, "is Rebecca officially signed under your agency now?"

Julian, who was building Legos with Theodore, checked his watch. "Pretty much. Isabelle is taking her to terminate her old contract today before signing with us officially."

"Don’t take advantage of her in the contract," Margaret couldn’t help but say. "That poor girl’s been through enough."

Richard and Margaret were both kind-hearted. They’d already arranged for Rebecca’s grandmother to be transferred to the best rehabilitation center under Blackwood Group’s care—handled by Sophia herself.

Julian rolled his eyes. "Do we look like we’re strapped for cash? Her contract’s generous and gives her plenty of freedom."

Evelyn smirked. "According to Isabelle, we’re grooming Rebecca for the silver screen. With her potential, she could become an international superstar. Her future’s limitless."

The family was relieved Rebecca had found her footing.

Just then, Evelyn’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—a DM from her alternate Twitter account.

Are you free to take some photos?

She froze.

Oh right. I used this account to pose as a paparazzi, selling scoops to gossip blogs. Do they seriously think I’m a real pap?

At first, the Blackwoods didn’t pay much attention—until Evelyn’s inner monologue nearly shattered their eardrums. Everyone except Theodore flinched, hands instinctively covering their ears.

What the hell?

They want me to snap pics of Rebecca and Gordon having an affair at some hotel?!

The Blackwoods erupted. What kind of nonsense is this? Everyone knows Gordon and Ruth have been harassing Rebecca! She’s the victim here!

Wait—someone leaked info claiming Rebecca and Gordon will be in Room 143 at King Hotel tonight, and now gossip blogs are scrambling for paparazzi to get ‘exclusive’ shots. This is insane!

If this got out, it wouldn’t just ruin Rebecca—everyone who supported her, including Team A-list, would be dragged into the mess.

Evelyn could practically feel the other person’s excitement through the screen. For gossip blogs, explosive scandals were pure gold.

First, they’d release a teaser, then wait for the targets to panic and pay up. If the offer wasn’t good enough? Boom—photos go public.

Hah! Trying to ruin my ‘Truth-Teller’ rep? Dream on. Oh wait, I don’t even care about that. Whatever—I need to figure out what’s really going on.

Then, without warning, Evelyn’s thoughts exploded into a string of curses.

Those vile snakes! Gordon and Ruth are setting Rebecca up!

The Blackwoods were stunned. Since the scandal broke, neither Rebecca nor Gordon and Ruth had made statements, suggesting both sides wanted to let things die down.

Rebecca had no proof, and she knew better than to push her luck. She didn’t want to overplay the public’s sympathy.

As for Gordon and Ruth? If they had any sense, they’d lay low. Without evidence, the storm might pass. But no—they were doubling down.

They’re planning to drug Rebecca, stage an affair, and have paps capture it all. Ruth’s the one leaking this! It’s a setup to ‘prove’ Rebecca seduced Gordon, making Ruth the victim. Gordon’s disappearance? Oh, it was just him ‘rejecting’ Rebecca’s advances. With no proof of their blackmail, this twisted narrative plus scandalous photos would flip everything in their favor.

The Blackwoods were disgusted. They’d thought the couple was shameless, but this was downright evil.

Evelyn’s mind raced. Wait—Ruth’s a hopeless romantic. Would she really go this far? Is she planning to stop things before they escalate?

The family silently agreed. She better. Otherwise, that leech Gordon’s getting exactly what he wants.

But Evelyn wasn’t done.

Oh my god. Ruth told Gordon she’d intervene, but she’s planning to drug him too. She wants to turn this into a full-blown adultery scandal, ruining both Rebecca and Gordon. That way, she can chain Gordon to her forever. Wow. That’s some next-level scheming.

The Blackwoods’ minds reeled. This was like some twisted, middle-aged obsessive romance gone wrong.

Listen, lady, if you want to teach your gold-digging husband a lesson, go ahead. But dragging an innocent girl into this? Not cool.

The family turned to Evelyn. So… what now? We can’t just let this happen.

Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with determination.

Oh, we’re definitely crashing their little party.