Chapter 62: The Piece Detailed Every Aspect of Their Professional Face-off

[Sienna and Vanessa Bennett Collaborate on Cover Shoot: A Sibling Rivalry Showdown.]

The piece detailed every aspect of their professional face-off, complete with expert analysis of their respective strengths and weaknesses. Despite its objective and polished tone, fan wars erupted almost instantly after publication.

[So Sienna has money. Big deal. She’s still a rookie. How can she possibly compete with Vanessa?!]

[What’s so special about Vanessa? She didn’t even make the Maison Aurelia finale. Everyone knows new talent often outshines the old.]

[Pure luck. Sienna’s final walk was visually striking, but if you look closely, it was just her playing dress-up. How can she represent a powerhouse like Valenne? Can she actually win this?]

[Exactly. The winner is determined by collection sales. Vanessa has eighty million followers. Sienna has under eight. How is that even a competition?]

At the Harrington Estate…

Lucas stood by the bed in the nursery. “Noah Harrington. Are you going to sleep or not?”

“No! I’m busy fighting these trolls. Mommy’s fanbase is too small. I’m using a hundred different accounts to defend her,” Noah declared, rapidly switching between profiles on his tablet.

Lucas’s brow furrowed. “You’ve been doing this for hours?”

“Yes! No one bullies Mommy on my watch!” Noah pouted, his small fingers flying across the screen.

Lucas reached over and gently took the tablet. “This isn’t the way to support Mommy,” he said firmly. “Be good and get some rest. I’ll take you to see her tomorrow.”

“We’re seeing her tomorrow? Really?” Noah’s eyes lit up like constellations.

Lucas gave a single, confirming nod. “Yes.”

The next morning, Sienna first completed a jewelry campaign shoot for Maison Aurelia before heading straight to Valenne Tower.

Valenne Tower occupied the most prestigious block in Kingsport’s financial district. Rumors of the day’s shoot had drawn a massive crowd of fans, all gathered under the blazing sun. On the left side of the building, a boisterous swarm of supporters waved signs for Vanessa Bennett. On the right, a quiet group of less than a hundred people waited patiently. Sienna, after all, was a recent sensation. Her ‘Diamond Boss’ moniker sounded intimidating, not endearing. While she had gained admirers, few were devoted enough to stand in the heat for her.

As Sienna pulled up on her motorcycle, a sleek pink sports car arrived from the opposite direction. Its door swung open and Vanessa emerged, elegant in a long mesh gown embroidered with delicate lisianthus blossoms. The crowd erupted.

“Vanessa! Vanessa! Vanessa!”

“The most beautiful supermodel! I love you! Can I get an autograph?”

“Vanessa, sweetie, please, a photo!”

She was instantly swarmed, a radiant white swan at the center of a fervent flock. Sienna simply parked her bike and dismounted. Her small cluster of supporters kept a respectful distance. Her aura was formidable, after all. She stood alone near the entrance, looking every bit the industry outsider.

“A nobody trying to compete with our Vanessa? She’s just riding on her coattails.”

“I know, right? Has she even looked in a mirror? The audacity to shoot for Valenne. Does she know how irrelevant she is?”

The jeers from the crowd were loud and clear, aimed at her solitary figure.