Chapter 290
Chapter 290:
Alexia coordinated between the different teams and then regrouped with Seville to consolidate data and plan their counterattack against Vivian’s camp. Everyone had their role.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Vivian’s team, led by Johnny, was mobilizing as well.
Johnny gave his own set of instructions. “Group One, argue that Serena’s performance wasn’t about talent. Emphasize that this is a music competition. Her visual flair doesn’t…”
Even the count. Group Two, plant seeds about a possible romantic connection between Serena and Charles—suggest she lacks moral integrity. If necessary, start spreading rumors about her messy private life. Group Three, stay alert. When the opposing team moves, we strike back.
What followed was an all-out online war.
But in the end, Serena’s talent spoke louder than any rumor.
“What do you mean she’s not talented? Are you blind? Five instruments, five vocal styles, five languages—all in a single performance—with top-tier lyrics and composition. If that’s not musical strength, what is?”
That comment soared to the top of the trending discussion, racking up thousands of likes. It struck a chord with a wide audience.
Back at Johnny’s command center…
“Boss, we’re losing ground. Serena’s performance was too strong. Nothing we post is sticking. And their team’s no slouch either.”
One of his subordinates hesitated before asking, “Should we leak that miscarriage scandal we prepared?”
Johnny didn’t dare take that step without consulting Vivian first. He had already messaged her multiple times, but she still hadn’t replied. He grew more anxious as the sixth singer wrapped up and began the audience appeal segment. He sent another message, urging a response.
Why hadn’t Vivian replied to any of his messages?
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Because she was in trouble herself.
She was still in the staff corridor when someone approached her with a polite smile.
“Miss Simpson,” the man said, “we have something you might find interesting.”
Vivian ignored him at first until he played a recording.
It was her voice, recorded earlier in that same hallway. Her expression changed instantly.
The man leaned closer. “We’ve been planting devices here since the first live broadcast of Heavenly Melody. Think about everything you’ve said in this very corridor.”
“You were recording me without permission?” Vivian’s voice trembled with fury. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll sue?”
The man smirked. “Do you think we’d be doing this if we hadn’t considered that? The question is—what’s worse? Us getting sued, or having your secrets exposed? Think carefully. If you don’t cooperate, my partners are heading straight to Serena. I’m sure she’d be very interested. Oh, and Millie too.”
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