Chapter 46

Serena Blake tilted her face upward, her eyes glistening with touched tears.

"Logan, you're so good to me," she murmured in a sweet, coquettish voice.

Logan Price gently stroked her long hair. "For you, anything is worth it."

Serena bit her lower lip, feigning hesitation. "But Aria Bennett now has that top-tier agent backing her..."

"Don't worry," Logan cut her off. "I have connections with Marcus Sterling from Aurora Entertainment. He’ll handle this small matter."

At the mention of Marcus Sterling’s name, Serena’s heart raced. He was a true powerhouse in the entertainment industry!

She nestled deeper into Logan’s embrace, tracing idle circles on his chest with her fingertip. "You’re so good to me. I don’t know how to repay you."

Logan’s gaze darkened, and without another word, he swept her into his arms.

Giggling, Serena wrapped her arms around his neck as they tumbled onto the sofa.

Outside the window, a tiny drone silently recorded everything.

Meanwhile, at the top floor of the Cross Holdings.

"Young Master, the Prices have made their move," the assistant reported respectfully.

Damian Cross tapped the desk with his slender fingers. "Find out why."

"It’s Serena Blake," the assistant handed over the documents. "She’s… quite close with Logan Price."

Damian smirked. "How resourceful."

"Should we intervene?"

"No need." A glint of amusement flashed in Damian’s eyes. "Let’s see how much longer she can keep this up."

As soon as the assistant left the office, his phone buzzed.

"What? The hashtag is trending again?" He looked at Damian in surprise. "Sir, someone acted faster than us."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"A top-tier hacker," the assistant lowered his voice. "Even the Prices couldn’t suppress it."

Damian’s lips curved thoughtfully. "Interesting."

Elsewhere, Logan Price hurled his phone across the room in fury.

"Useless! Can’t even take down a damn hashtag!"

When Serena heard the news, her nails dug into her palms. Refusing to give up, she continued paying trolls to smear Aria’s name.

Then, out of nowhere, a hacker under the alias "Nightglass" appeared.

Every account that had insulted Aria was exposed—real names, occupations, even past misdeeds laid bare.

The internet erupted in shock.

"Oh my god! The one who cursed the most is actually a schoolteacher!"

"This troll scammed an elderly couple last year!"

"This is terrifying—I’ll never comment recklessly again..."

Serena’s face turned deathly pale, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

For the first time, she felt real fear—just who was standing behind Aria?

In her apartment, Aria closed her laptop and stretched lazily.

"The show… has only just begun."

The next morning, Tessa Morgan arrived to take Aria to the training camp.

"Aria, last night was so satisfying!" Tessa exclaimed excitedly. "Grant Mercer is finished!"

Aria chuckled. "Don’t rush. That was just the first course."

"And Serena’s dirt…?"

"Wait a little longer." A sly glint flashed in Aria’s eyes. "The best performances unfold slowly."

Tessa grinned in understanding. "Got it."

When Aria walked into the training camp, the livestream cameras immediately focused on her.

Dressed in striking red, she looked radiant—a far cry from her rustic farm-stay persona.

"Good morning, Miss Aria!" The five trainees greeted her in unison, admiration shining in their eyes.

Aria nodded gracefully, her red lips curving into a smile. "Ready? Today’s lesson will be… unforgettable."