Chapter 298


    With Orion’s relentless pursuit and constant entanglement, she must have felt something, right? But


    her upbringing and principles didn’t allow her to show it


    Why did he neglect and brush her off before, leading her step by step towards Orion, while trapping


    himself in a quagmire? None of this was supposed to happen. He needed to set things right, to return


    to how they were!


    He was confident that once he married Xen, everything would go back to normal, just like when they


    were childhood sweethearts.


    Ding-


    The elevator reached the 13th floor, and Xanthea lifted her head to see Room 3001 across the hall,


    Through the closed door, she could almost see Onon stepping out of the kitchen, calling her over for a


    midnight snack with his tender voice. The emotions she had been. suppressing finally broke free.


    She couldn’t wait any longer, not even a second….


    She needed to find Isabe, get those photos, expose all of Matthew and Miranda’s dirty, shameful


    secrets, then find Orion and tell him. It wasn’t intentional. She hadn’t meant it.


    At Starlight Media, in the artists‘ lounge.


    Wendy was packing up clothes into a suitcase and pulled out a cream–colored jacket. “Isabe, this


    one isn’t yours, is it?”


    “This is..”


    Before she could finish, the sound of the door mming open interrupted her.


    Both tumed to see Xanthea standing at the doorway.


    She was holding an umbre, but it seemed she hadn’t used it. Her body was covered with raindrops,


    her hair was in disarray, and it looked like she had run through a storm. Her eyes were desperate and


    anxious.


    “Xanthea?” Isabe stood up from the couch in surprise.


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    “Isabe!”


    Xanthea held up her smartphone. “This quarter, I’ve passed you in celebrity heat ranking. Twitter fan


    growth, and feedback on shows and series. Can you give me the photos now?”


    She had rushed over so frantically, forgetting even to open her umbre, all for the photos?


    “I know I haven’t surpassed you in terms of fan base, public acim, ormercial value as agreed,


    but you see the data. Just give me some time, and I surely will. Can you give me the photos now?”


    Xanthea’s eyes were pleading.


    “Please, Isabe, I’m begging you. I really need them now. If you hand over the photos, I’ll publicly


    apologize to you online, admit that I’m not as good as you, I’ll do anything, just please.”


    The proud heiress of the Nightshade family, always one step ahead, the beloved Xanthea, was finally


    bowing down to her.


    This was the moment Isabe had never dared to dream of, yet had always hoped for. But now that it


    hade, her heart was flooded with endless regret and guilt


    “Xanthea, I


    “Isabe, please, I’m begging you, OK?”


    Xanthea moved closer, her bright eyes wild with desperation, Isabe avoided her gaze, her lips


    trembling. She gathered her courage and confessed the truth, “Xanthea, H made up the story about the


    photos to surpass you, to defeat you. The truth is I never had them.”


    What?


    Hearing her confession, Xanthea’s belief, the one that had sustained her for so long, crumbled


    thunderously. The umbre in her hand dropped to the ground along with her shattered hope.


    “How can that be?”


    You don’t have the photos? Then how did you know about Matthew and Miranda’s affair? You must be


    lying; you have to be.”