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Carrie groaned, quickly grabbing Camille by the arm and pulling her away. “Stop it, you're scaring him! You look
like a villain trying to recruit a henchman! He's just a fan who stopped by for an autograph.”
Glancing back, Carrie noticed the young man still standing there, his marker clutched in one hand, his expression
shy but glowing. She gave him a small wave before turning back to Camille.
“Besides,” she said, smirking, “look at his outfit. He's probably the heir to swealthy family. Why would he
bother struggling as a trainee in the entertainment industry?”
Camille arched an eyebrow at her. “Says the woman who left behind a life of wealth and privilege as the Morrison
family heiress to start a business with me.”
Carrie paused mid-step, her lips pressing into a thin line. “... Touche,” she muttered, conceding the point.
Carrie and Camille stepped into the elevator. Unbeknownst to them, a man lingered in the shadows near the
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“Aliza, it’s me,” he said, his voice low. “I've been staking out the hotel where Carrie is staying. Guess who | saw
her with?” He didn’t wait for a reply. “Young Mr. Morrison!”
“Arion Morrison? How would he know Carrie? Don’t tellhe’s delivering something on Reece's behalf.” Her
voice, muffled, was tinged with disbelief.
The man chuckled softly. “No, they don’t seem to know each other that well. Arion looks like her fan. The kind
who idolizes her.”
Silence followed on the other end. Then, a loud crash.
Back at her home, Aliza had swept a crystal bowl off the table in a fit of rage, sending the glossy blueberries
scattering across the marble floor.
Why? How could a divorced woman—one with no wealth or family influence—command so much attention?
Carrie's background was laughable in Aliza’s eyes: the daughter of a wealthy man’s ex-wife, raised in obscurity,
with no connections to speak of. What did she have besides a pretty face?
Aliza’s hands curled into fists. “And me?” she thought bitterly.
“I am the daughter of an elite family, my father a trailblazer in Mothor’s AR field. | am a rising star in the Music
Association, a nthat carried weight.”
Aliza replayed Kristopher’s words in her mind, his accusation that Reece was using Carrie to secure the Morrison
family’s position in the Music Association. “Can Carrie even play the piano?” she wondered.
If that was what the Morrison family values about that woman, she decided she would ruin Carrie’s hands and
see how much they still care.
Taking a steadying breath, Aliza spoke, her voice icy. “Keep watching her. If Arion’s a fan, he’ll find another
excuse to meet her.”
Her lips curled into a smile, dark with malice. “When the tis right, those photos will serve their purpose. A
woman tangled between two brothers—it’ll be the scandal of the year. The Morrison family won't stand for it, and
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmReece will deal with Carrie himself.”
In the hotel conference room, Carrie leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. She had just finished
reviewing the newcomers’ performance assessments, and her confidence in her media company only grew.
Jenesis observed the newcomers with a discerning eye, her years of experience as both an actress and a teacher
evident in the calm precision of her assessments. Her unique training methods, honed over decades, had proven
tand again that dedication could turn raw talent into refined skill.
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