Reborn With a Money-Making System: Ruined Actress to Nation's Treasure Chapter 40: Scandal Overnight

What? What the fuck was happening here?!

I had only stayed off social dia for one night, and now suddenly I was being thrown under the bus?!

I had expected sothing like this would happen since Madeline had plenty of ways to twist the facts, like unleashing troll farms to bury in hate.

But this fast?!

"Penny, show my stats!" I exclaid.

[System Notice]

[Host: Helcia Orszebet]

[Body Age: 24]

[Balance: $67,915]

[Debt: $1,000,000]

[Fa: 40 / 100 — Scandal Folder]

[Public Favor: -15%]

[Acting Skill: S-Grade]

[Main Quest:

- Beco the Nation’s Treasure (0%)

- Earn 100% of Lando Brixton’s Favor (48%)]

Damn it!

My fa had gone up, but instead of a shiny title like "Rising Artist," I was branded with "Scandal Fodder."

[Because right now your na is famous because of a scandal, the title has turned negative, Host.]

[It can change if your fa cos from sothing better than rotten drama.]

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

I ran my hands through my tangled hair, but when I touched my face and looked down, I realized soone had cleaned off my makeup and even changed my clothes.

"Did the housemaids help change last night?" I asked in the middle of my stress.

[Yes, Host. Lando asked them to take care of you.]

Before I could even respond, my stomach growled, and a wave of hangover nausea crashed over .

I stumbled into the bathroom and threw up. God, I hated hangovers. It felt like one minute I was floating in heaven, and the next I was hurled straight into hell.

Worse than that, I had to deal with this fucking scandal too!

Sure, the insults were aid at Helcia, not . But reading all that hate and seeing my na splashed across sleazy articles dragged up every wound from my past life.

My hands shook as I rinsed my mouth and flushed the toilet.

Leaning against the sink, I stared at my wrecked reflection in the mirror. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to breathe evenly.

Calm down.

This wasn’t the first ti I had faced sothing like this alone.

My old scandals as Helena couldn’t be fixed, but maybe my current scandal still had a way out.

Just then, my phone rang. The screen lit up with a na that made my stomach drop: Margareth (Rosélle).

I held my breath as fear crawled up my spine. Even though it had only been uploaded a few hours ago, the video I had seen earlier already had more than five hundred thousand views, and I was sure the numbers would keep climbing over the next few days.

"Good morning," I answered, my voice slightly shaky as I picked up the call. I quickly cleared my throat before adding, "Is sothing wrong, Ms. Margareth?"

"Ms. Orszebet ...." The woman on the other end hesitated before continuing. "I think we need to reconsider your collaboration with Rosélle Beauty. Your manager assured us yesterday that your family issue would be resolved soon, but it seems to be spiraling out of control."

Manager? I didn’t have a manager. Maybe ... Lando was the one who had handled it for , because Rosélle Beauty hadn’t reached out to at all yesterday.

"It’s really hard for us to decide, because we believe in your talent and potential. But as much as we want to keep working with you, our company’s image matters too ..."

Margareth’s voice kept going, but to it was nothing more than a dull murmur in the background. I pressed my palm against my forehead, tapping it a few tis as if that could chase away the throbbing pain that refused to leave.

No matter what I did, the pounding in my head stayed. Maybe it was just the hangover ... or maybe it was sothing worse.

I bit down on my lower lip, trying my best to hold back the sobs threatening to escape.

Margareth’s voice was still on the line. She sounded calm, but firm at the sa ti. "We’ll give you a little ti, Ms. Orszebet, but if this situation doesn’t improve, I’m afraid Rosélle Beauty will have no choice but to reconsider our partnership."

My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. "I ... I understand," I whispered, forcing the words out past the lump in my throat. "Thank you, Ms. Margareth. I will try my best to resolve this problem as soon as possible."

Margareth sighed softly, then said, "Good luck, Ms. Orszebet."

The line went dead, leaving staring at my phone screen, my hand still trembling. The call was over, but the weight of her words felt heavier than ever, pressing down on my chest until I could barely breathe.

Slowly, I lowered my phone, my vision blurring as tears spilled over. I sank to my knees and pressed my forehead against the edge of the sink. "Fucking hell ...," I whispered, my voice cracking.

The sobs ca before I could stop them, each one ripping out of . All the strength I had tried to hold onto crumbled in that small, suffocating bathroom.

It felt like I had been dragged back into the past, back to the first ti I saw the fake news about myself. Everyone cursed , and no matter what I said to the dia, it only backfired.

I don’t want to go back to that.

I haven’t even properly started my career, and if this falls apart again ... maybe I should just give up.

No. Fucking hell, no.

I slamd my fist against the sink and scread, trying to empty all the rage and helplessness swirling inside . If I gave up, it would an letting those bullies win.

Why would I let them trample on when I hadn’t even done anything wrong?

No, this problem can still be fixed.

After all, I wasn’t as alone as I’d been back then. I had Penny and also ... Lando. Maybe I could ask him for help again.

I let out a rough sigh, thinking about how much I had already burdened him, even though I had only been his wife for a few days.

"Young Madam, are you awake?" I imdiately straightened my back when I heard Henry’s voice outside my room. He sounded a little worried, maybe because he had also seen the video that tore my reputation apart.