A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“If there are no objections, the PR Department can start drafting the relevant statements,” Alessia said, her hands clasped beneath her chin–casual, yet impossible to ignore.

The PR manager nodded and left. Alessia’s gaze shifted to Tristan, who looked unfazed; he’d grown used to these situations by now, and besides, he’d only gotten dragged into this mess by accident–he couldn’t be more fed up.

“Aren’t you cultivating that ‘sharp–tongued‘ persona lately?” Alessia asked, almost teasing.

“That makes it sound so calculating,” Tristan shot back, but there wasn’t a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“Lillian, help Tristan get set up for a livestream.”

“Now? What am I supposed to talk about?” Tristan looked genuinely surprised by the sudden directive.

“Whatever you want. Say what’s on your mind.”

“You mean just go straight for it?” A wicked glint sparked in Tristan’s eyes, one brow arched in anticipation.

“Exactly. Don’t hold back,” Alessia replied, leaving no room for doubt.

Tristan let out a low whistle and pushed back his chair. “Let’s go, my ever–dutiful agent.”

“Lillian,” Alessia called just as Lillian reached the door.

and turned back. “Miss Morton.” She never used Alessia’s first name during work. That clear

is your last chance. I don’t need an

gaze steady and sincere. She

now was

Lillian’s face was set, lips

seemed satisfied with her resolve. “Go on.

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to speak freely she didn’t w to get carried away and blurt out something that

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met across the table. He tried to

worry. I just wanted to check

brainstorming new song ideas with Jason. Things are going pretty

leaked your existence, we might as well ride the

“What do you mean?”

of yourself performing original songs on social media, then release

it’s

following. Vera, work with PR to put together