You’re nothing but a selfish egotist!
Just so illegitimate daughter!
"Knock knock knock. Knock knock knock. Knock knock knock."
The door was pounded urgently.
Then, there was Alma Ferreira’s questioning voice, "Sophie, are you there?"
"Yes."
Sophie Scott shuddered all over, suddenly snapping back to her senses.
The door wasn’t locked; Alma turned the handle and pushed it open.
Even from a distance, Sophie could feel Alma’s anger and shock. She hurriedly pulled off the covers, got out of bed, and slipped on her slippers.
But she just stood there, too afraid to approach Alma.
"What’s going on? Soone told that Nora Scott is a top comic artist in the industry, the very one you plagiarized." Alma, holding her phone, ca over in large strides, "Isn’t she just an obscure little artist?"
"I..." Sophie’s voice trembled slightly, "I just found out too."
Alma’s face changed, suddenly questioning harshly, "So it’s true?!"
"..."
Sophie pressed her lips tightly together, saying nothing.
Such shocking news made Alma gasp for breath, shaking with rage.
Even when Nora was brought ho, Alma had considered her irrelevant, focusing all her thoughts on Ernesto Scott.
She never expected that Ernesto would bring ho not just so transparent figure from the entertainnt circle, but soone with layers upon layers of identity... enough to completely overshadow her own children!
Hall Master of Biel Hall, a deity in the comic world...
Connections, fa—Nora had them all.
In comparison, the halos and labels she painstakingly cultivated on Sophie and Oliver seed insignificant!
With fierce eyes, Alma approached Sophie, "So you really plagiarized Nora?!"
"..."
Sophie hung her head, her whole body tense.
Until Alma was about to reach her, Sophie suddenly inhaled sharply, shouting desperately, "Mom! Isn’t she just an illegitimate daughter?!"
Alma stopped abruptly.
"As long as," Sophie babbled incoherently, "as long as this gets out... with her current attention, any little thing will be blown out of proportion..."
Alma didn’t co any closer.
In this circle, everyone thought of Nora as an illegitimate daughter.
Even Sophie thought so.
Very few knew the truth...
Exhaling, Alma saw Sophie’s pale, trembling face and softened her expression, placing a hand on Sophie’s shoulder.
"Mom’s not blaming you." Alma softened her tone, "I’m not as clear as you about things online. Don’t panic, take your ti to explain..."
Sophie blinked.
For so reason, on Alma’s seemingly caring face, she couldn’t see any warmth, only a bone-chilling coldness.
Looking at Alma’s gentle deanor, Sophie suddenly shivered, feeling her body temperature gradually slipping away.
Colder and colder.
*
Third floor, in the study.
In stark contrast to the mother and daughter, Ernesto Scott was beaming as he made phone calls.
Ernesto only found out about Nora being Zero five minutes into the live broadcast.
The sudden influx of ssages and phone calls made him aware of the news. He nervously opened his computer to watch the live broadcast, tense throughout, wishing he could jump into the computer to cheer his daughter on.
His daughter—
So cool!
So handso!
So domineering!
She was simply shining all over, impossible to look away from!
During the broadcast, Ernesto didn’t touch his phone. It wasn’t until it ended that he eagerly called friends, telling them the news and accepting their praises and complints.
"Hey, Ward, have you gone online? Go see! Let tell you, my daughter is Nora..." blah blah blah.
"Claudio? Yeah, yeah, Nora’s my daughter. No, no, the kid’s just drawing comics for fun..." blah blah blah.
"Yes, yes, my daughter, my daughter. How about it, doesn’t she inherit my genes, isn’t she beautiful? Let tell you, she’s one of the best in the entertainnt circle..." blah blah blah.
"What? An autograph for your daughter? No way, no way, my daughter’s busy, no ti..." blah blah blah.
...
*
The next day.
Anchel, a certain five-star hotel.
After a sleepless night, Isabella Hart only managed to fall asleep as dawn broke.
But just half an hour into her sleep, Isabella was woken by a phone call.
Tornted, Isabella picked up her phone, squinting to see it was a friend from the industry.
She cursed under her breath but still answered the call.
"Isabella! Are you awake?" The friend urgently asked over the phone.
"Awake..." Isabella realized sothing was wrong, "What’s going on?"
The friend was straightforward, asking, "Was it you who leaked online about ’Nora riding on Zero’s coattails’?"
"..."
Isabella was stunned.
In an instant, all sleep vanished.
She quickly turned over and sat up.
"You need to clarify or handle it quickly. There might have been intentional misdirection at the start, but now a lot of people are digging into you!" the friend advised, "They’re posting dirt on you all over the major forums, and now ’Isabella’s alt account’ and ’Isabella’s plastic surgery’ are trending."
"..."
Isabella was completely bewildered.
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