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.

work. That clear separation of business and personal

last chance. I don’t need

met Alessia’s eyes, her gaze steady and sincere. She knew she’d let

mistake. All she could do now was fix it–cut it off at the root and set herself back

Morton.” Lillian’s face was set, lips

satisfied with her resolve. “Go on. Just make sure to keep

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w to get carried away and blurt out something that would get them

conference room emptied by

table. He tried to

wanted to check in on

with Jason.

but since Fitch already leaked your existence, we might as well ride

“What do you mean?”

as Fitch: post videos of yourself performing original songs on social media, then release them on the official site. The only difference–don’t show your

songs, right? If it’s just

following. Vera, work with PR to put together a detailed plan, and let’s