After Elsa and Ethan left, the house felt heavy with silence. Mr. Logan immediately grabbed his phone and dialed Jerry’s number.“I need to fix Elsa’s and her trash of friend’s mess!” The phone rang… once… twice… three times… no answer. He tried again, his fingers tapping nervously on the table.Finally, on the fourth call, Jerry picked up, his voice smooth, calm—but with coldness. “Hello?”“Jerry! Finally! I’ve been calling you nonstop. I… I apologize on Elsa’s behalf,” Mr. Logan stammered. “We—well, she—please, I need to speak to you. It’s urgent.”Jerry chuckled softly. “Mr. Logan… you have no idea how angry I am. I trusted you, your family… and look how you treat me. I’m… really disappointed.” He talked as if he’d been wronged all his life.Mr. Logan swallowed hard. “I understand. I… I truly apologize. Anything… anything you want, just—”Jerry’s voice grew smooth and persuasive. “Well… if you really want to make amends, there’s something urgent we could do together. A huge oppor

At that moment, the doors opened again. A young journalist stepped forward, microphone in hand. She looked straight at Jerry, then at the family.“I’m Clara Monroe, from The Daily Herald,” she said, her voice steady. “Mr. Milton, can you confirm your partnership with Natalie White? Some of your supposed contracts seem… questionable. People are asking if the collaboration is real.”Jerry froze for a split second, then forced a calm smile. “Of course it’s real,” he said smoothly. “Everything is perfectly legitimate.”Ethan had been waiting for this. Earlier, he had subtly leaked evidence of Jerry’s scams to the press, making sure the questions would hit hard. Now, the trap was set.Clara leaned forward, her eyes sharp. “Can you show proof that Natalie White actually signed these contracts? And what about the bank transfers for her payment? Some documents show discrepancies.”Jerry’s fingers tightened around his glass. “Discrepancies? I… I don’t know what you mean. Everything is perfectl

Days passed, and the Logan mansion felt like a tomb. News of Jerry’s disappearance spread fast, along with the truth about the fake contracts. Investors pulled out immediately. Seven million dollars evaporated overnight. Debts piled up, bills stacked higher, and the public humiliation of the Logan family was complete.Mrs. Logan sat on the floor, eyes red and swollen, rocking back and forth. “Everything… gone! How could we… we trusted him!”Aunt Clara slumped into a chair, staring blankly at the TV screen replaying Jerry’s fake promises. “We… we really were fools…”Martin slammed his fists on the table. “Our family name… ruined… because of that brat Jerry. Elsa, and that… that Ethan, they… they were right!”Uncle Ron rubbed his temples. “And we ignored all the warnings. We—”Suddenly, a phone rang. Mr. Logan’s assistant spoke hurriedly. “Mrs. Logan… you need to get to the hospital. It’s… it’s urgent.”Mrs. Logan froze. “What happened?!”The assistant’s voice trembled over the phone.

Overnight, the world had flipped upside down for Haley.Her name was everywhere.On every social app, her debut performance was trending. Hashtags like #AssistantTurnedStar and #HaleyShines stayed at the top. People adored how she looked shy, almost overwhelmed, on stage. Comments filled with praise:“Finally, a fresh face!”“She’s so humble and sweet, not fake like those others.”“Natalie is a queen for finding this girl!”But while Haley’s star rose, Kate’s name plunged.Old clips of her yelling at staff resurfaced. Video edits compared her sharp, angry voice with Haley’s soft-spoken tone. Kate’s PR team tried to fight back, posting polished statements. But every post was torn apart with sarcastic replies:“Out of context? Sure, Jan.”“Kate screaming vs Haley whispering — night and day.”“Her team needs to log off, we don’t want her.”Inside Kate’s villa, chaos ruled.“Delete them! Delete those videos now!” Kate’s shriek echoed through the hall. She slammed her phone onto the marble

The Bellano headquarters, usually filled with the steady hum of phones and quiet footsteps of assistants, had turned into a storm. The family mansion—an enormous white-walled estate that symbolized their authority over half the city—was roaring with anger. Every door slammed, every servant trembled.In the grand council hall, twelve elders of the Bellano family sat around a long obsidian table, their faces dark with fury. Portraits of past Bellano patriarchs loomed from the walls, their eyes seeming to stare down in disappointment. At the head of the table sat Elder Hugo Bellano, Rachel’s grandfather, whose cane shook with each strike against the floor.“Dead?” he roared, his voice echoing through the marble-floored chamber. “You’re telling me Rachel Bellano—my granddaughter, the head of our arena, the pride of our family—is dead?!”A nervous silence followed. The family’s bodyguards lined the walls, rigid as statues, but even they looked uneasy.“Yes, Elder,” murmured one of the mess