Chapter 385

Chapter 385:
Then came the fallout after episode four.
Rumors exploded online—accusations of donation fraud, inappropriate dealings for influence, and other scandals tied to Serena surfaced. Despite the uproar, she hadn’t exited the competition, even as the finale approached.
The Internet erupted with backlash.
“What’s happening? Why hasn’t Serena been kicked out yet?”
“I’ll give them until tomorrow morning. If she’s still in, I’m dropping a one-star review.”
“If someone like Serena can just keep climbing, then what’s the point in anything?”
“Boycott Serena!”
The show’s official account was overwhelmed with angry replies. Their latest post was buried beneath a storm of protests and insults.
Evans Entertainment’s page was caught in the fire as well. No one really knew Serena’s background, so the public turned its fury toward the company behind her.
Even Daphne got pulled into the mess.
During one of the rehearsals, she uploaded a vlog. The video included a masked figure, but it was obvious to anyone watching that it was Serena. Countless comments flooded in, all asking the same thing—was that Serena in the video, and had she finally dropped out?
At first, Daphne kept silent. But the noise grew too loud to ignore. Eventually, she responded.
“Please stop asking me, or this post might disappear. The show isn’t mine to decide. What you see is what it is.”
That response carried layers of meaning, prompting a wave of speculation. “Please stop asking me, or this post might disappear” suggested she’d been warned not to attract too much attention or the post would be taken down. “The show isn’t mine to decide” hinted that Serena had powerful backing, most likely Evans Entertainment—the real decision-maker.
And “What you see is what it is” confirmed what everyone already suspected: the masked contestant in the rehearsal clip was Serena, and she wasn’t backing down.
Some users were incredibly perceptive.
Daphne couldn’t help but laugh as she read through the responses.
“You guys are unbelievable,” she said, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye from laughing too hard.
She looked at her tablet, where the newest documents from her agency were pulled up, outlining the business deals lined up after the Heavenly Melody finale.
Sponsorships were listed according to final rankings, and the rewards from the Elliott Group stood out the most.
“I have to win,” Daphne murmured, tapping firmly on the screen. “If I can lock in Elliott Group, I’ll never have to worry about anything again. Serena, what’s the point in being so gifted? Even if you force your way to the top, the public’s already turned on you. The backlash won’t stop; it’ll only grow stronger.” This text is hosted at ͟.net
At that very moment, Millie stepped out of the Evans Entertainment training building.
As she walked toward the parking lot, a few soft honks sounded, followed by a quiet “meow.”
She turned her head and spotted a man leaning casually against his car. He wore a fitted black shirt, holding a bag in one hand. In the other, he cradled a ragdoll cat. It was Myron.
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