Chapter 137

Valerie Knox's name exploded across the trending list.

[What the—this plot twist came out of nowhere! Valerie just hit rock bottom.]

[She played the mistress and then pinned the blame? Disgusting.]

[Aria Bennett’s acting is next-level. I rewatched that audition clip three times!]

[Valerie Knox, get out of the entertainment industry!]

Public opinion flipped overnight. Valerie was swiftly blacklisted by her agency and fled the capital before dawn.

Meanwhile, Aria’s acting skills became the talk of the town, her xianxia drama audition clip spreading like wildfire.

Director Gideon Marsh couldn’t stop grinning—this free publicity was a goldmine.

But soon, the conversation took another sharp turn.

[What was Malcolm Rhodes thinking? He had a perfect wife at home!]

[Celeste Rhodes is leagues above those mistresses.]

[Confirmed: the man’s trash.]

Malcolm’s expression darkened as he scrolled through the comments.

"The Price family’s spinning the narrative," he muttered coldly before instructing his assistant, "Terminate all sponsorship contracts."

That afternoon, a bombshell headline dropped:

#Celeste Rhodes Caught Cheating During Marriage#

The internet erupted.

[What kind of soap opera is this?!]

[So Malcolm’s ‘sponsorships’ were just leverage for divorce?]

[Rich people drama is wild…]

Celeste quickly posted a tearful video response: "Malcolm’s slandering me!"

Malcolm retaliated by releasing the sponsorship contracts—clearly stating no physical intimacy permitted.

"I just wanted a divorce," he wrote on his social media.

At the Price estate, Celeste shredded the divorce papers with a shriek.

"Divorce? In your dreams!" she screamed. "You’re stuck with me for life!"

Malcolm trembled with rage. "You’ll regret this."

Hanging up, he immediately called Aria.

"Master Aria, I need your help."

Over dinner, Aria set down her chopsticks. "Go on."

After hearing him out, she nodded thoughtfully. "Send me the surveillance files."

Ten minutes later, she pinpointed the key detail.

"Come get a talisman," she texted a location. "Have your people carry it at all times."

Malcolm’s eyes lit up. "On my way."

Meanwhile, Celeste sped toward a secluded villa—unaware that this time, her true colors would be exposed.