Serena’s POV
The exhaustion from my late night had caught up with , leaving to sleep in until nearly noon.
As I finally reached for my phone, I saw a stream of ssages from WhisperStream.
[Mission accomplished, hey! How’s that for efficiency?]
[You busy? Have you seen the news?]
[Hey, about that exclusive scoop you promised... You’re not backing out, are you?]
I smacked my forehead—I’d completely forgotten about my promise to WhisperStream.
[Just woke up, sorry! Would you prefer celebrity gossip or so dirt on the business tycoons of the city?]
[Wait, I actually get to choose? Considering my stellar performance, any chance I could have both?]
I raised an eyebrow, considering his request. It wasn’t entirely unreasonable.
I opened my private folder and quickly selected several explosive pieces of information that would make any gossip columnist salivate, then sent them his way.
His response was imdiate—a series of "bowing to the goddess" emojis.
I could practically feel the shock radiating through the screen from the notorious leader of the online rumor mill.
[You’re officially my only queen from now on!]
[No need for flattery. Thanks for your help with this situation—please keep my involvent confidential.]
[Absolutely. I take my professional ethics very seriously.]
He might have lost the scoop about one corrupt design judge, but WhisperStream had gained much juicier material instead. A profitable trade-off, by any asure.
I closed our chat and browsed the latest news updates.
The design competition judge had indeed cleared Celeste of the plagiarism accusations, but to avoid crossing Ivy, he’d taken all the bla upon himself.
‘’After careful investigation, I can confirm that Celeste’s work was indeed original.
Ivy Hart’s designs showcase a unique style that rightfully earned the highest praise in this competition, making her the undisputed champion!"
I scrolled down to the comnts section, which was flooded with outrage:
"Are you kidding ? Celeste was crucified online and you’re just NOW clearing her na?"
"Where exactly is Ivy’s work superior? It looks like basic influencer trash. Are the judges blind?"
"This competition is clearly rigged. No technical standards whatsoever!"
"Exactly! It’s all fixed! Ivy is such a manipulative bitch, probably slept her way to the top. Poor Celeste!"
The online tide could turn so quickly—one statent was all it took to completely shift public perception. Rather amusing, really.
I closed the social dia app as a ssage from Maya ca through.
[Serena, Celeste wants to treat you to dinner tonight. Are you free?]
After considering for a mont, I accepted but added:
[Why don’t we invite the whole studio staff? We can celebrate getting through this crisis together. My treat.]
Maya responded instantly: [Where did you suddenly get all this money to spend?]
Before I could reply, she sent another ssage:
[Never mind, I’ll cover it. Save your money for finding yourself a big dick.]
I couldn’t help but laugh at her teasing.
While the internet was currently tearing into Ivy, I knew that all it would take was for her to play the victim to Ryan, and he would mobilize his resources to rehabilitate her image.
Rather than letting that happen, I decided to take the initiative—let the little manipulator experience what it feels like to rise quickly, only to fall even harder.
That would give Ivy a real taste of pain.
I reopened my phone and contacted WhisperStream again.
[I need another favor.]
[Anything for you—just na it and consider it done!]
Impressed by his loyalty, I explained my plan: work with Blackwood family to artificially boost Ivy’s publicity.
[Why would you want to elevate her? She’s just a social dia designer right now. What if she actually becos more famous than you?]
I was touched by his genuine concern for my position.
[Ever heard of building soone up just to watch them fall? Don’t worry—I’m not threatened by soone without real talent.]
With that explanation, WhisperStream imdiately understood my strategy and agreed without needing further instruction.
Author’s POV
WhisperStream contacted Blackwood family’s PR team directly with his proposal.
As the head of a major online influence network, his offer to collaborate on promoting Ivy’s work was too valuable to pass up.
"I’ll take the smaller cut of the profits—a 40/60 split. What do you say? The current online sentint toward Ms. Hart isn’t exactly favorable."
The representative from Blackwood family had been desperately searching for a solution to this very problem. WhisperStream’s offer was like finding water in the desert.
"The money isn’t important—what matters is making Ms. Hart the star she deserves to be!"
On the other end of the line, the man could barely contain his excitent.
If they successfully elevated Ivy’s profile, Mr.Blackwood would certainly reward him handsoly.
"Brother, you can count on . I’ll show you the true power of online influence!"
Both parties ended the call with their own hidden agendas.
That very night, WhisperStream deployed his army of online comnters to promote Ivy’s designs.
They even created a catchy label for her style—"Chaleon Design"—suggesting her versatility was the mark of true genius that others could only envy.
The sheer volu of positive comnts quickly buried the negative ones.
Internet users, being the followers they typically are, soon began echoing these sentints. Within days, a trend of imitating Ivy’s design style swept across social dia platforms.
As Ivy watched the flood of praise pouring in, her ego swelled dangerously.
"You’ve done excellent work with this," she told her male assistant, aware that Blackwood family’s resources had made this happen.
"It’s nothing, Ms. Hart. Just doing my job," he replied, privately pleased with the substantial bonus he’d earned from this project.
"I’m doubling your bonus this month. You can take the rest of the day off—I’m going to see Mr.Blackwood."
Ivy dismissed him with a wave, visibly pleased with herself.
"Thank you, Ms. Hart. I’ll head out then."
After her assistant left, Ivy sat before her mirror, touching up her makeup carefully.
Today, she abandoned her usual innocent look for sothing more sophisticated—a style reminiscent of Sophie.
She deliberately applied bold red lipstick, adding a seductive edge to her normally sweet appearance.
This duality—innocent yet alluring—was exactly what had kept Ryan fixated on Sophie all these years.
And Ivy was determined to use every advantage to secure her position.
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