Chapter 513

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Clearly, she wasn’t the only one curious. Online discussions had already begun.
“Who is Eva? Why is there a second name on the lyrics and composition?”
“I thought Vivian wrote it all herself. Who’s this Eva?”
“Can someone explain why the credits changed?”
Someone eventually replied with an explanation.
“Eva is the musician who helped with the re-recording,” the user wrote. “The changes are small. Just a few tweaks to the lyrics and composition. The new version was recorded at Evans Entertainment’s place, and Eva works there.” With that, people seemed to understand.
“So Eva helped with the re-recording and Vivian added her to the credits? Vivian is so kind!”
The online conversation continued. Some thought Eva was taking advantage of the situation, while others praised Vivian for her generosity. Millie was surprised by how people reacted.
The story made it sound like Vivian had done most of the work, with Eva’s name included as a courtesy. This spin worked in Vivian’s favor, portraying her as gracious and uncompetitive. A clever move, indeed.
Still, Vivian probably hadn’t expected how prepared they really were.
Just then, Eva’s phone buzzed with a call. It was Vivian calling.
Evans Entertainment kept Millie’s identity as Eva locked under a strict confidentiality agreement. To shield her from exposure, all contact with Eva was routed through Charles’ team, ensuring that nothing about Eva would lead back to Millie.
Once, Millie had asked Charles about Vivian’s string of phone numbers. Vivian maintained several external lines, but the one she had used to reach Serena—the same one she used to call Eva now—was registered under someone else’s name. Vivian clearly took her precautions seriously.
Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Millie answered the call.
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Vivian’s voice crackled through the line. “Eva? It’s Vivian.”
Coughing lightly, Millie feigned a lingering cold, pitching her voice low and scratchy.
“What is it?” she rasped, shooting Ari a quick look before slipping onto the balcony.
“Have you checked out the trending topics today?” Vivian’s tone brimmed with self-satisfaction, as if she had been waiting all day to gloat over her handiwork. This had clearly been a plan in the making.
Millie slid the balcony door shut behind her and spoke in a rough voice. “I saw everything.”
Vivian’s tone sharpened, brimming with self-assurance. “So, are you finally willing to hand it over? If you’re smart about this, I’ll see to it you get paid handsomely—and I’ll even help you launch your own brand.”
Not once did Vivian mention “credit” directly. She skirted the word, talking only in careful code.
Millie saw right through her.
With a low, scratchy laugh, Millie remarked, “If you mean credit, just say it. Why bother with all these charades?”
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