Chapter 68 What’s Her Story
“What were you thinking? Everyone’s dying to know. How do you go from being Cyril’s wife to getting all cozy with Bark? You know the guy has major clout. You gotta explain this, don’t you?”
After work, Sylvin was ready to head home and relax, but her friends Intercepted her, intent on quizzing her about the current drama that had everyone glued to their screens.
Feeling hopeless in the face of their questioning, Sylvia didn’t know how to respond. Kelli’s eager expression made things worse; Sylvia was the one in hot water, yet her friends were thriving on the gossip,
“Not only your brother but now Catherine’s posted an old photo of you two on her profile,” Juliet said, showing the post on her phone to Sylvia, who just felt a headache coming
a on.
Passing the phone to Kelli, who looked intrigued, she remarked, “This is getting juicy. Now everyone’s even more curious about who you really are. Singer, actress… What next? We’ll find out you’re the heir to the Ivans family empire?”
Sylvia sighed deeply. “That’s exactly why I don’t want my real identity out there. See the kind of attention a small matter gets on the internet? Now Cyril and I are being linked together again just because of the magazine. If I knew I’d get dragged into all this hassle later, I wouldn’t have done the shoot at all.”
“Your family owns Crown Entertainment, right? They’re big shots in the industry. Do you really need to go through all this for some small subsidiary?” Kelli reasoned.
Sylvia knew about her family’s other entertainment company, that there was no need for such a sacrifice. But her willingness to go to such lengths wasn’t for the subsidiary’s sake–it was for Jessica.
“Jessica, sure, I’ve heard of him. He’s a force in photography, has his own style and skills. If you got involved with Cyril just for Jessica, then it’s just tough luck. But if you’re seriously thinking about hooking
up.” Kelli half–joked, half-
up with Cyril again, I might just have to throw my drink in your face to wake you
serious.
All Sylvia could do was laugh dryly, wondering what she could possibly do. If it weren’t for Jessica, she wouldn’t give Cyril a second look, let alone collaborate with him.
“Look, none of that’s the point,” Juliet interrupted. “The real issue is your brother is steamed up over this. Better charm him back to a good mood, alright? And Catherine’s on her way over–we should skedaddle before she arrives. Her influence is every bit as strong as your brother’s.”
Juliet remembered a time they went out with Catherine. Even though Catherine was incognito that day, she was still recognized as soon as she stepped out. That whole day they couldn’t do anything fun; it was all about dodging Catherine’s fans. They left in daylight and didn’t get home till late at night it was a real thriller of a day.
–
Now, hearing Catherine was on her way, they were excited but also a little nervous–those fans of hers. could be intense.
“Maybe we should take off before it gets crazy here. If Catherine gets spotted, none of us will get away,” especially not you, Sylvia,” Juliet suggested, eyeing the door.
Chapter 63 What’s Her Story.
Sylvia, stuck in the whirlwind of rumors, feared being dragged further into the fray. How would she manage if things got even more tangled up?
“You all thinking about ditching me, huh? I’m telling you, I’m already here, and nobody’s going anywhere!” announced Catherine, appearing just as they were contemplating their escape. Clearly peeved at the thought of being abandoned, she wasn’t letting them off the hook.
Caught red–handed, they felt a tad awkward, still worried about Catherine’s fans, but as long as they didn’t swarm in, they were fine.
–
“I was overseas filming when I heard you got divorced from that dog of a man. Here’s my divorce gift for you congratulations on finally getting your head straight,” Catherine said, handing over a hefty gift box to Sylvia, who almost didn’t catch it.
Opening the box, Sylvia’s mouth twitched–this wasn’t exactly what you’d call a reliable gift. Inside were stacks of Catherine’s personal magazines, showcasing interviews and profiles, along with entertainment gossip on various male celebrities that Sylvia knew and didn’t–tall, strong, handsome, rich, poor, good, bad guys, you name it.
It was like a who’s who of the showbiz world. Sylvia had an ominous feeling about it.
“What’s the idea behind this? Are you suggesting I pick someone out from this?” Sylvia placed the box down, skeptical about any of these being a good choice.
Catherine nodded and sat beside Sylvia, thumbing through the profiles. “Do you have any idea how much work I put into this for you? Trust me, I’ve never shown this to anyone else. It’s all very discreet, useful- and I wouldn’t harm you. These are all good options, all privately vetted, all clean. If one’s not enough, feel free to pick a few more. I won’t judge.”
Her words stunned everyone. They always knew Catherine was bold, but this was next–level. Juliet and Kelli couldn’t help but glance at Sylvia–who could manage that?
With her small frame, handling even one could be a stretch.