No longer a pushover

Chapter 472

Noelle took a deep breath. In her past life, by the time she learned about this screenwriting event, it was already too late. Xenia had stolen the credit and was trending as the most talented screenwriter.

That was when Noelle realized her scripts had been signed under someone else's name. Yet, what could she have done? She had been forced to watch helplessly as Xenia took everything from her, leaving her with nothing but ruin.

But this time? Noelle was not going to let Xenia have her way.

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Inside the banquet hall, Xenia stood at Donovan's side, wrapped in a designer gown, radiating elegance and poise. She needed to make a good impression because starting today, she was officially MM Bean—the brilliant screenwriter behind the latest industry hit.

As for Noelle? That idiot would forever be nothing more than a stepping stone. First, she would become an acclaimed screenwriter.

Then, she would take over Blake's company. Once she controlled all his resources, she would use them to elevate herself to stardom.

The more Xenia thought about it, the more excited she became. Becoming a famous actress had always been her childhood dream.

Sean's plan was already proving successful as Donovan had given her the charity foundation and was even handing her control over Blake's company. Xenia believed she was on her way to the top.

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venue filled, the host took the stage and announced, "I'm sure everyone here is familiar with the hottest TV series of the

delivering a few polished remarks. Then, with a proud smile, he turned to Xenia. "Moonbright Entertainment faced some challenges in recent years, but fortunately,

clicking confidently as she ascended the stage. She had worked for this

When Xenia saw the pair of figures strolling in, her breath caught, and her

wondered what Noelle was doing

announce that she was the real screenwriter? Of course, not only Xenia was startled; Donovan's expression

thought, "What on earth is Blake doing

voice rang across the hall. "Blake is officially out of the

had failed to recognize him due to the mask he still wore, but with

stage, stopping in front of Donovan. "Donovan, you wouldn't mind if I said a few words, would you? I mean, I have been

microphone. Lowering his voice, he growled, "Why

say we should be thanking our talented sister? I figured I'd

turned

rang out loud and clear. "Or were you planning

take the spot that rightfully