Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 575 Ultimatums and Unraveling Fates

Zelena had considered playing this card before but had held back.

This time, she was ready to use it to save herself from the mess she was in.

When Hattie saw the photos on the table, her expression changed instantly. She strode forward and snatched them up to take a closer look. The more she looked, the paler her face became.

"Where did you get these photos!?"

Zelena replied leisurely, "I took them."

Hattie furiously flung the photos at Zelena's face. The pictures scattered through the air, and a few strands of hair fell across Zelena's forehead.

"You wretch, you were following me?"

Zelena closed her eyes briefly but kept her expression calm.

She reached out and picked up one of the photos that had landed on her lap, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She looked at Hattie, her voice cold. "I wasn't following you. I just happened to see Alaric picking you up in the parking garage after that brand event, so I snapped a few shots."

Hattie clenched her fists, her eyes widening as if she was ready to tear Zelena apart. She lowered her voice, but her anger was barely contained. "What are you trying to do? Alaric has already left the industry. Are you trying to blackmail me with these?" The scandal involving Alaric had blown over when he left the public eye.

Hattie had never imagined that Zelena had kept this in reserve!

wrong. I'm not trying

Hattie was puzzled.

trending topics on Facebook. I need a bigger scandal to overshadow mine." Hattie said, "You want

like you taught me, remember?

Zelena was disqualified from a competition, it was Hattie who had taught her to use

have that advice thrown back in

turn out like

with anger as

do you

"You figure it out.

control. You come up with a scandal to help

known each other for years. If I were the one to leak something, wouldn't

must have plenty of juicy

daughter

great for you.

and you'd be the

her words

think about it. But not too much time-I can only give you

Zelena left the lounge.

shattering on the floor, but Zelena

paused and looked over toward the director's tent on the outskirts of the shoot. The

brown plaid shirt and worn-out jeans, had a slightly rebellious look. His longer hair nearly covered his eyes, and his profife was striking, with a high

on Nolan, perhaps