Chapter 5

Lucy White's Weibo comments section exploded overnight.

["Get out of the entertainment industry, you shameless hack! Stop dragging Michael Johnson into your mess!"]

["Rumor has it Lucy slept her way to the top. How dare she cling to Michael for clout?"]

["Drop dead, Lucy. People like you belong in hell."]

Vicious curses flooded the page, each laced with venom. Lucy’s fans tried to defend her, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the tidal wave of hate.

"Lucy, look at these comments..." Sophia Taylor’s fingers trembled with anger, her eyes reddening.

Lucy merely chuckled and tossed her phone onto the couch. "Let them rage. The louder, the better."

"But—" Sophia stomped her foot in frustration.

"Lily Green set a trap, and I didn’t take the bait. Of course she’d stoke the flames." Lucy leisurely painted her nails. "The bigger the scandal now, the sweeter the payback when the truth comes out."

Sophia froze. "You have a plan?"

"Obviously." Lucy blew on her freshly polished nails. "If Richard Brown contacts me in the next two days, tell him I’m too upset to see anyone."

"You’re switching agents?" Sophia’s eyes widened in realization.

Lucy winked. "Smart girl."

The next day, at Starlight Entertainment headquarters.

Lucy strode straight toward the CEO’s office but was intercepted by his secretary.

"Miss White, Mr. Wilson is occupied." The secretary’s disdainful glance made it clear she viewed Lucy as just another fame-hungry starlet.

Unfazed, Lucy handed her a slip of paper. "Tell him it’s about his sister’s life."

Skeptical but wary, the secretary took the note. Five minutes later, Lucy was ushered inside.

David Wilson sat behind his expansive desk, sharp eyes dissecting her. "How do you know about my sister?"

"Physiognomy." Lucy met his gaze without flinching. "Your scattered brow indicates a sibling in distress. And the Wilsons only have one heiress this generation."

David’s eyes narrowed. "Go on."

Lucy pulled a silk pouch from her bag. "This talisman can temporarily suppress her symptoms. If you doubt me, wait until midnight—she’ll suffer sudden heart palpitations. Place this under her pillow, and you’ll see."

David took the pouch, his fingers brushing against the cool fabric. "What do you want?"

"A new agent." Lucy smiled. "And a chance to clear my name."

David toyed with the pouch. "If this fails—"

"I’ll accept any consequence." Her voice was steel.

At exactly 11 PM, screams erupted from Emily Wilson’s bedroom. David burst in to find his sister gasping, her face ghostly pale as she clutched her chest.

Then he remembered.

He shoved the talisman beneath her pillow.

Three minutes later, her breathing steadied, and she drifted into peaceful sleep.

David stared at the slip of paper, his expression unreadable.