The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar! Chapter 6: Waiting for a Face-Slapping Showdown

Maya Monroe had a pair of extrely beautiful eyes, enchanting enough to draw attention even when filled with malice at the mont.

Maya raised her slightly sharp eyebrows, not forgetting to mock Kiki Monroe: "You can’t even hold a chopstick in your mouth, besides eating, is there anything else you’re good at?"

The chopsticks dropped from Kiki’s mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Sister...you...how could you..."

Seeing Kiki about to put on another pitiful show, Maya cut her off: "Don’t keep trying to hang onto our relationship. I’ve never acknowledged your identity! Instead of crying, why don’t you learn sothing else? Aren’t you afraid of drowning yourself with your tears!"

Kiki was choked up once again.

Although Maya hadn’t been fond of her before, she had never pushed her to such an embarrassing point with sharp words...

Everyone usually doted on her, who would make her feel so awkward and disgraced...

Maya keenly noticed the flash of resentnt in Kiki’s eyes, which filled her with glee.

Quentin Rowe coldly spoke: "Do you have any respect for others? Is mocking soone in public a part of your manners?"

"You’re not blaming Kiki for dressing ugly and disrupting my practice, but instead, you bla for mocking her? How is this even mockery? Aren’t I just stating the facts? What does Kiki, a worthless little thing, have that can compare to ? Never mind anything else, this ti she foolishly auditioned for the sa role as ; she’s just waiting to get crushed and cry!"

People around turned their heads, looking at Maya with more disdain and dislike in their eyes.

Everyone knew how hard-working and gifted Kiki was in acting, even catching the eye of renowned director Shane Morgan. On the contrary, Maya relied on her financial backers to run rampant in the industry like a show-off crab, having neither the acting skills nor intelligence. How thick-skinned could she get!

Quentin’s gaze moved up from the chopsticks at Maya’s feet: "Huh, all you’re capable of is making big talk!"

With Quentin’s sarcasm, the surrounding artists also chid in:

"Maya Monroe’s face is thicker than the city walls; hasn’t she looked in the mirror? Aside from that face, she has no other rits!"

"There’s still ti for Maya to cry now. When the audition results co out in a few days, she’ll know how swollen her face will be!"

...

Maya casually glanced around, seeing Kiki standing beside her, letting others speak for her without saying a word of reconciliation this ti.

Those bright eyes carried a hint of repressed silence.

It seed that Maya’s recent "villainous acts" finally made the saintly heroine feel disgusted; Kiki was probably planning how to make Maya face a crushing defeat.

Maya was very satisfied with the current plot developnt, which had not deviated from the expected course. Especially since the plot’s excitent had increased by three points.

It seed like readers outside the book were also very satisfied, just waiting for heroine Kiki to grandly slap Maya in the face!

Since that’s the case, she would dutifully play her villainous role.

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"Wyvern Tech has already signed the equity transfer agreent. According to the current situation, the shareholder behind Wyvern and multiple other companies is Tristan Rowe..."

Vincent Sumrs had a sowhat youthful baby face, yet he was all business when it ca to serious matters.

He adjusted his black-frad glasses, thodically analyzing the information he had.

Faelorn Road in the Jinzar District was the most bustling comrcial area of Kyston, towering skyscrapers filled with nationally renowned corporations were everywhere in sight, and the headquarters of Valerius Group was situated at the very center of this golden location.

Ian Rowe withdrew his gaze from the distance; this was the top floor of Valerius, overlooking the bustling scenery through floor-to-ceiling windows. He lightly tapped his fingers, adorned with a signet ring, before turning to look at Vincent Sumrs.

The sunlight was at its peak, fragnted light casting across his handso face, yet not softening his cold, sleek facial lines.

Vincent couldn’t see Ian’s expression clearly but could hear a faint sneer in his sowhat hoarse voice due to the swirl of smoke.

"My dear third uncle... really is sothing."

Pure sarcasm.

Vincent thought for a mont: "So now, should we proceed with the original plan?"

Ian let out another laugh: "We can’t let my uncle be disappointed, can we? At his age, he still can’t settle down, always yearning for what doesn’t belong to him. He’ll eventually learn the consequences of wishful thinking."

Suddenly, a phone rang, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Vincent noticed Ian’s expression turning impatient, giving him a general idea of what to expect.

No one other than Maya Monroe could rattle Ian Rowe this much.

Ian answered the call.

A coquettish voice ca through imdiately.

Yes, it was coquettish.

"Honey, I twisted my ankle and I’m in the Valerius Entertainnt lounge waiting for you. Hurry and co pick up~"

Ian was accustod to Maya’s bossy attitude and rough voice, yet this ti he didn’t hang up imdiately but listened to her coyness.

Maya’s voice was naturally pleasant, and when she spoke in a high-pitched voice, it was actually cute instead of annoying.

Not hearing a response from Ian, Maya wasn’t embarrassed at all, continuing: "It’s so cold here, if you don’t co soon I’ll be frozen~"

Ian finally responded, seeming to snap out of her spell.

"...Where’s Ryan?"

Ryan Spencer was practically Maya’s second caretaker, handling everything without a hitch and never letting her face work difficulties.

Even if Ian didn’t care much for Maya, he knew Ryan’s efficiency and thoughtfulness.

"Ryan has things to attend to, no ti to take care of ."

"...I’ll send a driver to pick you up."

"How can that be? I twisted my ankle, and I want my husband to carry . If another man cos, I’d rather die!"

There seed to be a convincingly fake sobbing from the other side.

Vincent didn’t know what Maya had said, but seeing Ian’s complicated expression, he gathered that Maya’s performance was remarkable.

Vincent grew up with Ian and considered himself relatively knowledgeable about him.

So things were purely mystical, like Ian, who, from a young age, had no interest in romance. While others his age were experiencing sweet young love, by then Ian had taken over most of The Rowe Family’s enterprises, becoming a headache for many bigwigs in the Kyston business circle with his genius in stockholdings.

Ian’s ideal partner was probably a highly educated woman, preferably silent enough not to disturb him.

Who would have thought he’d later get tied down in marriage due to Maya’s fake pregnancy? Ironically, Maya was simple-minded and usually had a lot of unnecessary talk.