Possessed No More: The True Star Returns to Claim Her Throne Chapter 38: A Huge Sum Enters the Account

Justin Locke’s eyes were full of amusent, and he couldn’t keep the smile from his lips. "It’s nothing special. This is just what I do."

Riley Perry asked, "Does your line of work really have a rule like that? After all, Rocco still works for you."

"We do. You can ask Rocco if you don’t believe . He takes his orders from you, so seventy percent of the money is yours. As for whether you give Rocco a cut, that’s none of my business."

Riley Perry imdiately protested, "What are you talking about? We’re good friends—the best friends in the entire world! I would doubt anyone before I doubted you!" ’Even suspecting him for a second would be disrespectful to the money!’ "I’ll send you my card number in a bit. Thanks, Justin Locke."

’Hearing his na co from the Little Fairy’s lips made it sound so different,’ Justin Locke thought. ’And she said they were the best friends in the world!’

"Don’t just thank . Since we’re friends now, shouldn’t you treat to a al?"

"No problem. But I’m rushing to et my filming schedule lately. I’ll have to treat you once I’m not so busy."

"Alright, I’ll be waiting then!"

After hanging up, Riley Perry imdiately sent her bank account number. Then, she waited with wide-eyed anticipation. When she received the notification that fourteen million had been deposited, she was utterly shocked!

’Why does it feel like being a paparazzo is more profitable than being a star?’

’And then there was that other job. It took so much effort, and all I got was five hundred thousand dollars—not to ntion they took several days to even pay . I’m never working for those people again.’

Looking at her account balance, Riley Perry nodded with satisfaction. She had been so busy filming these past two days that she hadn’t had ti to take any jobs online. Finally, she had so new inco.

Rocco, who was nearby, handed her another drink.

It was iced pear juice, her favorite.

Rocco was just too considerate. Throughout the day, he hadn’t been idle for a mont. Not only did he take ticulous care of her, but he also used his own money to buy her tasty treats.

As much as she loved money, she wasn’t heartless.

She casually opened her WeChat chat and transferred a hundred thousand to Rocco.

Rocco: ...

"Use this to buy things for from now on. Your salary is separate."

"Thank you, Miss Perry! But you don’t have to worry about a salary. My boss already pays us."

Riley Perry waved her hand. "What he pays you is his business. This is from . Thanks for all your hard work."

...

The film crew thought Miles Ford would be back on set after a one-day leave, but he wasn’t. No one else knew why, but Riley Perry knew perfectly well. After all, it was her handiwork.

After one night, Miles Ford finally realized he had a problem. He rushed to the hospital overnight to find the cause, but unfortunately, they couldn’t find a single thing wrong. He blad it all on Heath Hughes and Raymond Warren. That very night, he went berserk—and directly leaked a huge scandal about Heath Hughes!

Headline: A-List Action Star Forces Himself on C-List Actress, Leaving Her with Crippled Legs!

The article included a video. In a private room at a hotel, Heath Hughes’s lecherous gaze swept over several young won before settling on a girl nad Mia. He even reached out and touched her thigh. The girl clearly refused, and Heath Hughes’s expression changed. He imdiately threatened to blacklist Mia.

Mia was so scared she started crying. Heath Hughes thought she was just afraid and began groping her. Unable to bear the humiliation, the young woman slapped him and used his mont of shock to flee the room. The scene descended into chaos, and the cara footage beca shaky. Heath Hughes gave chase. Mia fled in a panic, nearly getting caught several tis. Just as she managed to run out of the club, BANG—she was hit by a car and sent flying.

A scream could also be heard in the video, and it was clearly from the person who was filming.

People soon recognized the girls as a newly debuted girl group. The one nad Mia, however, had disappeared from the industry less than a month after her debut. So of her fans from back then quickly recognized her. The comnt section exploded with a flood of people calling for the "beast" to die, and others tagged official accounts, demanding an arrest. That night, Heath Hughes lost over three million followers.

Less than two hours later, a video of Heath Hughes being taken away by the police for questioning hit the top of the trending charts.

Normally, Riley Perry would have just watched the drama unfold and moved on. Big stars like Samuel Hughes, Heath Hughes, and Miles Ford were all just fuzzy figures in her mory. Before she crossed over to the Cultivation Realm, she had been just an ordinary person who did nothing but study day in and day out to get into a good university. She had no ti to pay attention to stars, actors, and actresses, let alone have any interactions with them.

But then, she received another bank transfer. The sender was Justin Locke.

This transfer wasn’t as large as the last one, but her cut was still a full two million.

Riley Perry imdiately found a deserted spot to call Justin Locke. "What’s going on? I didn’t do anything. Why did you send more money?"

Justin Locke was thrilled to talk about it. "Yesterday, during my transaction with Miles Ford, he asked who was scheming against him. I just told him it was his rival."

"He didn’t have much of a reaction at the ti. Who would’ve thought he’d suddenly have a freak-out today and call demanding dirt on Heath Hughes—insisting on the kind that could completely destroy him. So, I sold it."

Justin Locke made it sound simple, but in reality, how could Miles Ford possibly contact him again right after being scamd out of a huge sum by him?

Miles Ford had contacted a gossip blogger he’d worked with before to buy the dirt. The blogger took his money and provided the material. What Miles Ford didn’t know was that this sa blogger gets their material from Justin.

Hearing this, Riley Perry felt a pang of envy. That money ca way too easily.

"I’m suddenly getting the urge to quit showbiz and beco a paparazzo. What do I do?"

Justin Locke’s cheerful laughter ca through the phone. Of course, he knew Riley Perry was joking. ’But she’s so cute when she’s so obsessed with money!’

The two chatted a bit more before hanging up. After all, the excitent was over, and she still had a movie to film.

The next day, Miles Ford finally showed up on set, but he looked completely dejected. During his scenes, Director Miles kept calling "cut," which ant Riley Perry had to suffer along with him.

Luckily, she didn’t have many scenes with the guy. Otherwise, Riley was afraid she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from giving him a vicious beating.

While she was busy filming, Justin Locke wasn’t idle either. His specialty was selling the sa piece of dirt twice. While Raymond Warren was still on the set of *Starfire*, Justin contacted his agent.

Whatever deal Raymond Warren had made with Big Mouth had absolutely nothing to do with him, Justin Locke.

What could he say? The man had multiple identities.

As soon as Raymond Warren’s agent saw the call from a contact specially labeled "The Number One Paparazzo, Justin Locke," he was instantly on high alert. When he answered the phone, his tone was exceedingly pleasant.

"Mr. Locke, hello! It’s been a while since we last spoke."

"Miss that much? Maybe I should start calling you more often."

The agent: ... ’The hell I do! Who the fuck misses you?! Get lost!’

Justin Locke’s teasing tone vanished. "Let’s cut the crap. Soone wants to buy dirt on your client. I’m asking you first: are you going to buy it back yourselves, or should I sell it to soone else?"