Rebirth of a Flopped Actress: Career First, Love Second (My Billionaire Son)

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Chapter 15 She Might Be Broke, But She’s Alexander’s Wife

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The bet between Emma and Olivia was sealed right in front of all the students in the performing arts department. A few curious observers wasted no time posting about this seemingly lopsided gamble on the academy’s Twitter.

“Shocking! Just Before the Performance Festival, She Boldly Claims She’ll Take First Place!”

The sensational headline quickly caught the attention of many students.

They clicked on the post, expecting to see one of the academy’s well–known stars making a bold move, only to find out it was about a completely unknown student.

The post described the bet between Olivia and Emma in great detail, exaggerating Olivia’s words and even including a candid shot of Olivia.

In the photo, the girl, dressed in shabby clothes, wore oversized black–framed glasses. Her long, messy hair cast shadows over her face, giving her a gloomy and impoverished appearance.

The post quickly went viral, sparking an explosion of comments.

“How many medications did she take? She looks like a mess! First place? She said that out loud.”

“Come on, perhaps she could succeed… perhaps she should modify one word, last place!”

“Olivia? Never heard of her. Does she think she’s going to pull off an Amelia–style miracle?”

drag my goddess Amelia into this! It is offensive to

mirror to Olivia? I’ll cover it!

when did our school get someone

“Delusional.”

express myself.”

day, the post had over a hundred

as school ended, Isabella rushed to Olivia’s side, showing her the campus Twitter post. The post only mentioned Olivia and didn’t drag Isabella into it,

post,

we going to perform? What do you need me to do?

thought of the program.

taken aback. “Livi, how did you know… I can

ever telling Olivia about it.

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Might Be Broke, But She’s Alexander’s

to recall but coming up

you the sheet music tomorrow. Start practicing,”

have a piano…” Isabella’s voice trailed off, growing

was momentarily speechless.

didn’t have

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lip. “I used to have one, but I had to sell it to pay for