Mia followed Ella and Tiffany into the room, and surprisingly, Tiffany didn’t object. Watching Tiffany’s back, Ella couldn’t shake the growing conviction: she’s Hannah. Or rather, she was now certain—Tiffany is Hannah!
Hannah had clearly climbed her way into the Miller aristocracy, and with that ca an undeniable arrogance deeply ingrained in her. Naturally, this disdain extended toward Ella.
From the very first glance, that condescension in her eyes was evident.
Although Ella had Eric by her side, Hannah had successfully reinvented herself. She now wore the mask of a glamorous, adored celebrity. No matter how hard Ella tried, she couldn’t compete with the dazzling aura that ca with Hannah’s newfound status.
...
Once the door closed, Tiffany turned to Ella, her gaze unusually complex. "Mrs. Nelson, there’s sothing I need to say to you."
Her slightly raspy voice carried a hint of supplication.
Ella sat down calmly, her deanor indifferent. "If you have sothing to say, just say it. No need to beat around the bush with ."
Tiffany’s tone shifted to one of grievance. "Mrs. Nelson, I don’t understand why you’re always targeting . When I first signed with LXL, you assigned a supporting role. I didn’t complain. But after I finished The Cris Mount, every script you offered was trash..."
Ella arched an elegant eyebrow and smiled faintly at Tiffany. "Ms. Fox, I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Since I arrived in Country W, neither Eric nor I have ddled in your affairs. The roles you choose are entirely up to you. The scripts in our company co from producers or screenwriters, and our content team carefully vets them. So, tell —what exactly makes them ’trash’?"
Tiffany’s expression grew more pitiful, and Ella couldn’t help but marvel at her acting skills.
"Mrs. Nelson," Tiffany said, her voice trembling, "I know you dislike , but could you stop pretending otherwise? I’ve heard from others that I offended you, which is why I’ll never get good roles again. Even if a decent film cos my way, I’ll only ever be cast in a supporting role, just like that thriller!"
Mia, standing off to the side, frowned deeply. She used to be one of Tiffany’s fans, but after discovering the behind-the-scenes manipulations Tiffany had engaged in, her opinion of the actress had plumted.
Now, hearing Tiffany’s pitiful act, Mia thought, If this story leaks, Ella will drown in a sea of fan outrage.
And honestly, for soone as bold and straightforward as Tiffany usually was, this display of ekness felt entirely fake.
Ella chuckled leisurely. "Ms. Fox, you heard this from soone? Who? I’d love to have a word with them. And by all ans, feel free to choose your own films and sign your own contracts. I have no intention of interfering with your career anymore."
She paused, her tone steady and sharp. "As long as you stick to your lane, I have no interest in crossing paths with you."
If Hannah—now Tiffany—could behave herself, Ella had no desire to make an enemy of her.
After all, Hannah had worked her way up, changed her identity, and earned a prominent place. Even with the Miller family’s backing, reaching such heights required undeniable talent and hard work.
However, she had crossed the line repeatedly—inciting Rylee to fra her, among other sches. Enough was enough.
Tiffany, seemingly determined to play the victim, squeezed out a few tears. "Mrs. Nelson, I swear, I have no designs on Mr. Nelson. So please, stop targeting !"
Ella: ...
What is this absurdity?
Did she not understand plain words? Ella had explicitly told her to choose her own films, sign her own contracts, and move on.
And yet Tiffany still insisted on claiming she was being targeted!
Ella let out a cold laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Ms. Fox, I’ve already told you: if there’s a film or novel you’re interested in, you’re free to reach out directly. We won’t interfere, and we certainly won’t object. That way, there’ll be no so-called ’trash’ films in your eyes. And yet, you still accuse of targeting you?"
Tiffany whimpered, her tone full of grievance. "Mrs. Nelson, I hope you an it. If I take on a film in the future, I don’t want you sabotaging . Last ti, if I hadn’t been careful, I might have fallen to my death!"
What?!
Both Ella and Mia were montarily speechless.
Hannah’s shaless tactics had finally co to light.
Wasn’t it Amanda who had nearly fallen last ti?
Ella’s eyes narrowed slightly. This must be her trying to record the conversation.
"Ms. Fox, your mory is astonishingly bad," Mia said coldly, finally breaking the silence. "It wasn’t you who nearly fell last ti—it was Amanda. Or have you started rewriting history too?"
Mia’s admiration for Tiffany had turned completely to disdain. She had encountered shaless people before, but this level of deceit was a new low.
Tiffany tried to maintain her composure. "Mrs. Nelson—"
"Ms. Fox," Ella interrupted sharply, "there’s no need to say more, and there’s certainly no need to continue this act. I’ve known your true identity for a while now, ever since Rylee let it slip."
Ella’s lips curled into a mocking smile. "I’ve lived under the sa roof with you for nearly twenty years. Every move you make is predictable to . Even if you changed genders, I’d still recognize you for who you are."
Ella didn’t say the na outright, but Tiffany’s face turned ashen.
Her eyes widened, staring at Ella in disbelief.
She had concealed her identity so ticulously, crafting the perfect facade as Tiffany, adored by fans worldwide. How could Ella have seen through her?
"Mrs. Nelson, I don’t understand what you’re talking about," Tiffany said, trying to mask the panic in her eyes, though her heart was racing.
Ella’s steady, piercing gaze t hers. "Our grudges ended the day Robert passed away and your mother went to prison. Even when you were sent to that psychiatric hospital, I didn’t go out of my way to make things harder for you. I even promised Brianna I wouldn’t harm you.
"But then... you were taken away by a mysterious benefactor, reappearing with a new identity, and you still choose to make your enemy."
Tiffany’s body trembled slightly, her composure slipping.
Her lips parted, but no words ca out.
"If you stop now," Ella continued calmly, "I’ll consider the matter closed. I have no interest in fighting you. I have more important things to focus on—my career, my life. I don’t have ti to waste on petty people."
Ella’s eyes grew colder, her voice sharper. "But let remind you... the ’fake Hannah’ has already been cast aside by the Miller family. Do you think Mrs. Miller will treat you kindly? She might not expose you, but... did you know Brandon is dead?"
A visible chill washed over Tiffany’s face. She knew about Brandon’s death.
"Brandon likely uncovered your secrets, and that’s why he was killed. There’s even talk that the person who killed him has been harassing Mrs. Miller—sending her emails daily. So lunatic... maybe Brandon even uncovered the full extent of your and Rylee’s secrets and planned to expose them bit by bit."
"Shut up! Shut up!" Tiffany’s emotions finally exploded.
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