The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar! Chapter 283: Happy Birthday

"Maya... why are you here?"

Kiki was still in her pajamas, and her once collagen-rich face now appeared a bit haggard, suggesting that she hadn’t been doing well lately.

Maya looked her up and down, throwing back the sa question, "Why are you here?"

"You... you stating the obvious? This is my..." She suddenly stopped talking, her tight-lipped expression showing a bit of frustration.

Monica walked over with a fruit platter, not having seen the full extent of the open and hidden battles between the two.

"Kiki, you’re down? Oh... why are you still in pajamas, child? Quick, go upstairs and change. Your sister rarely cos ho."

Monica smiled, pointing to the nutrition supplents not far away, "Your sister brought you a lot of gifts. Take a good look at them later."

Monica really wanted to repair the sisterly relationship between Maya and Kiki; she couldn’t bear to watch them fight to the death.

Maya didn’t argue, just sat with her legs crossed, sporting a sowhat cheeky smile.

Kiki snorted coldly, not showing any gratitude, "What can she bring ? She’d probably wish to poison to death! Thanks to her, I can’t get a single role now. I don’t want her things at all; she’ll only stop once I’m dead..."

Monica scolded, "What kind of talk is that? Who says such things lightly? Why do you think of your sister like that?!"

Kiki bit her lip, her eyes already brimming with tears, stubbornly holding back:

"Did I say anything wrong..."

She turned her head angrily and stomped upstairs.

Kiki’s figure disappeared instantly; everyone knew she wouldn’t co back down.

The fruit platter in Monica’s hand fell, but Maya quickly caught it.

Maya calmly placed the fruit platter on the table, "Mom, sit down and rest for a bit."

Monica complied and sat on the sofa.

"About Kiki..."

Maya replied indifferently, "Mom, don’t ntion her in front of anymore. The minute we see each other, we fight. Our relationship is worse than you think."

Monica sighed, knowing full well.

Originally hoping to reconcile the two, who knew their relationship had long reached a hostile state, refusing any advice from others.

Monica recalled the way Kiki looked at Maya, not hiding her expression, like a vicious hungry wolf ready to skin and devour Maya.

How did their relationship beco like this...

Monica shook off her thoughts, "Maya, is there any gift you want? I’ll prepare it for you."

Maya thought for a mont, "As long as it’s from you, I’ll like it."

"You child..." Monica playfully chided.

Jasper walked over with a gentle smile, "I did the cooking this ti. You must try my cooking."

Monica held Maya’s hand as she stood, "This is a rare treat; your dad rarely cooks himself. Co, let’s go taste it."

Maya nodded, a faint smile in her eyes.

*

On Maya’s birthday, her fan club organized various celebrations. Known as a lavish fan club, their support spanned the entire country.

For Maya’s birthday, Ryan Spencer postponed all work arrangents for the day, claiming it was so Maya could enjoy a day of leisure.

Maya groggily sat up from bed, rubbing her eyes, her mind still a bit foggy and unclear.

For so reason, she felt that she’d heard Ian Rowe’s voice in her deep sleep, maybe wishing her a happy birthday.

Right, today was her birthday.

Speaking of Ian Rowe...

Maya scanned the room but didn’t find that familiar figure.

He must have gone to work, she thought, not thinking much more about it as she got up to wash.

Her phone was flooded with ssages, not just from fellow artists wishing her a happy birthday on Weibo, but also many who sent her quite a few red envelopes.

Maya casually opened one.

With the "ding" sound, Maya’s eyes brightened; she didn’t expect them to be so generous.

Many people sent her red envelopes, and after clicking through them, Maya felt her hand got a little tired.

Receiving money always puts people in a good mood; looking at her WeChat balance, Maya showed a genuine smile.

With no work scheduled, Maya planned to rest at ho for the day and catch up on the food videos she missed.

She held the handrail and went downstairs but froze at the next mont.

"Aren’t you supposed to be at work?"

Ian Rowe was dressed quite nicely, his white shirt and trousers accentuated by his excellent physique, his hair softly falling in front of his eyes, adding a touch of romance and gentleness to his features.

The most surprising thing was the bouquet of roses in his arms, their vibrant color dazzling and difficult to distinguish whether the person or the flowers were more stunning.

"You..." Maya’s lips moved, unsure of what to say.

Ian Rowe handed over the roses, looking at her with focused eyes, "Happy Birthday."

Maya accepted them, feeling she had many words she wanted to say but didn’t know where to start.

How did you know my birthday? Why give roses? Aren’t you supposed to be at the company...?

Countless questions choked in her throat, instantly captivated by his handso face.

Maya let him lead her by the hand, only then realizing the spacious living room was redecorated with many warm floral decorations, mainly roses.

When she reached the dining room, she was truly shocked by the table full of dishes, lit candles, and colorful balloons.

Roses were everywhere; not far from the floor, they were arranged into a heart shape.

Maya felt her eyes were about to be blinded. Who taught Ian such a lavish yet tacky way of displaying affection?

Ian Rowe had been watching Maya’s expression, and seeing her sowhat complicated look, he nervously asked, "You... don’t like it?"

Maya turned her head to see Ian’s tense expression, feeling both touched and amused.

Hugging the roses, Maya said, "No, I like it very much."

Ian Rowe sighed with relief, indicating that Vincent Sumrs’ thod was effective since Maya was indeed moved.

Maya glanced around, finally noticing sothing odd, "Huh, where’s Mrs. Wang and the others?"

The large villa seed to be left with just the two of them; no other people were in sight.

"I gave them a day off." Ian Rowe led Maya to a chair, his lips curling into a smile:

"I made this. You should try it."