Chapter 267: The Phone Buzzed Insistently

The phone buzzed insistently. Sienna Bennett glanced at the screen. She expected Noah Harrington calling about dinner, but Owen Parker's name flashed instead. She answered. Owen's tense voice filled her ear. "We have a situation. Aurora Bellamy's mistress scandal just broke. She's threatening to jump from the company balcony right now."

"Suicide?" Sienna's brow furrowed.

Logan Pierce's panicked voice cut in. "It's bad! Ms. Bennett, you need to get here! This is my new building! She's our first major signing!"

"We paid one-point-five billion for her contract termination," Owen added grimly. "The Starlight Gala contract has a five-billion penalty clause if the artist can't perform."

Total potential loss: six-point-five billion. Plus incalculable reputational damage.

"Understood. I'm on my way." Sienna ended the call and strode from Violet Villa. She scrolled through news headlines while walking.

(Top Model Aurora Bellamy Exposed as Mistress!) Several compromising photos accompanied the article.

[Aurora signed with Summit Media seven years ago. She consistently received preferential treatment, better resources, and a carefully crafted public persona. The reason? A longstanding affair with Summit Media CEO Grant Mercer! Her contract buyout was orchestrated through their illicit relationship!]

[Grant Mercer is a married man. His wife, Giselle Marchand, was a beloved actress! Seven years ago, Giselle won the Golden Eagle Goddess Award for her charming looks and stellar performances. At just twenty-three, she became a national treasure!]

[Her future seemed limitless. Then, at her career peak, she suddenly retired and vanished from public life.]

[Rumors suggested she married a billionaire. No one imagined she wed Grant Mercer!]

[Giselle captivated audiences as the girl-next-door in teen dramas. Despite her seven-year absence, no one has ever taken her 'Sweetest Goddess' title.]

The internet erupted in fury. (How dare Aurora wreck Giselle's marriage!) (My sweet Giselle! She left for a quiet life! This is heartbreaking!) (Aurora is disgusting! That gentle, foodie persona was a lie! She's a homewrecker!) (She should die!) Sienna pocketed her phone and mounted her motorcycle. Something felt off. Her first meeting with Aurora left an impression of clear, earnest eyes. A gentle, innocent aura. A mistress? The photos seemed authentic, though. She needed answers. Fast.

Sienna revved the engine and sped toward Crownlight Entertainment. The building had fifteen floors, each five meters high. Aurora perched precariously on the ninth-floor balcony railing. A hostile crowd gathered below, hurling vicious insults.

"Just jump, you shameless bitch!"

"Not ashamed to sleep with a married man, but ashamed to get caught? This is just a performance!"

"Real suicide attempts aren't public spectacles! You're acting!"

"Jump! Stop wasting our time! Only your death can apologize to Giselle!" The cruel shouts echoed upward.