The next day~~~
Elara woke up in the morning to her doorbell ringing repetitively, and the first thought that ca to her mind was that she would kill whoever this person was.
With groggy emotions, she got down from her bed and walked to the door before peeping out, only to see Antonio standing over there with Xylon.
Her brows furrowed.
What the hell was this all about?
"Do you not know the password to my apartnt?" Elara asked as soon as she opened the door.
Antonio gave her a brief look before shaking his head.
"I tried the previous one, but it didn’t work. I think you forgot to give the new one," He said casually before placing the bags on the dining table.
"We brought you breakfast," Xylon said to catch her attention, and the girl nodded.
A new one? When did she change the previous one?
She walked to her phone to call Justin to see if soone had tampered with her security system when she saw a note on the living room desk.
"Changing your password to 64730. Keep changing it every week for better security."
She read the note and massaged her forehead before sighing.
"Looks like Justin did it last night before leaving," she muttered under her breath.
"Justin? Who’s Justin?" Xylon asked, looking between Antonio and Elara, and when no one spoke up, he rolled his eyes before placing the food on the plates.
"I am here to discuss your next step. George told The sooner you have your revenge, the sooner you’ll return to the estate," Xylon said before he beckoned her to co over to the table to eat with them.
Elara shook her head at them and brushed her teeth quickly before reappearing in the living room.
She walked to the table and ate her portion in silence before standing from the seat without saying a word.
"Thank you for the breakfast, but the purpose of this revenge is not exactly destroying Beatrice and Andrew. My family and friends can do it better than I ever would. The purpose is to self-acclaim what they took from slowly, and I want to take it slowly too," Elara said before she walked inside her bedroom to get ready for the day.
When she walked out, Antonio had already left the apartnt and was waiting for her downstairs to take her to the production house, since they were supposed to sign the contract today.
Xylon stopped Elara before she could walk out.
"You know we would never an you harm, right?" He asked.
Elara felt her heart warming at his soft expression. She ruffled his hair and smiled.
"I know, dummy. I know all of you are worried about , and this is on , but believe , I got it this ti." Elara wore her wedges and was about to leave when she rembered sothing.
"Right. The Lloyds group is going to invest in the Delight hotel project because the governnt has sanctioned tourism and developnt. Can you get the details? I want to beat him fair and square," Elara said.
Xylon smiled at her words and nodded, exiting the apartnt with her.
After a one-hour journey, Elara finally reached the auditorium booked for the signing of contracts.
Since Mason was also a new character in the drama, he was supposed to be present alongside Carla for the assistant singing role.
"Miss Elara," Producer Li walked to her, and Elara extended her hand to greet the man; he readily shook it.
"You are on your ti. Everyone is enjoying the snacks right now. The process will begin in fifteen minutes. Tea or coffee?" He asked.
Elara looked at the snacks section he pointed at and noticed Beatrice walking behind Carla, and couldn’t help but suppress the urge to roll her eyes.
This girl was acting more like Carla’s tail than the drama’s female lead. Things people do to appease the rich. She scoffed inwardly.
"Thank you for informing ." Elara turned to leave, but the man cleared his throat, and she looked at him.
"You have sothing more to say, Producer Li?" She asked.
The man gave her a long look before he nodded and then looked around as if to ensure no one was watching them.
"Can you co in private?" He asked, and Elara nodded.
She walked towards the fire exit with the man under the stairs and stood looking at him, waiting for the man to say what he couldn’t before everyone.
"Don’t give up this position," he said.
Elara’s brows narrowed, unsure what he was talking about.
"I know Miss Carla has an influence, and Mr. Andrew is the main investor, and they would do anything in their power to get the main vocalist position for Carla, but don’t budge from your position," he said, his words making Elara’s brows shoot up.
"This is a big opportunity for you and for , too. I don’t want politics to ruin it. The director worried about investnt, and I understand him, but..." Producer Li paused, unsure of how to continue.
He was about to speak more when he thought he couldn’t convince Elara enough when her chuckle interrupted him.
"You have underestimated , Producer Li. I am not afraid of them or anyone. I wouldn’t have started this journey against them if I were so easily influenced. Don’t worry. I am not giving up," she said.
Producer Li heaved a sigh of relief, though he was a little concerned about the girl, since it was Lloyd they were talking about. Lloyds practically ruled the province.
"But they’ll try everything—"
"Do you know who my parents are?" Elara asked out of the blue, and the man paused.
He had read her file, and the section on her parents was left blank. All they knew was that she was a country girl who had been doing part-ti jobs in the city to make ends et.
That was what her profile said. But the man was suspicious of it.
First, all her clothes were branded; even if they didn’t cost millions, she always appeared neat and clean, and many prominent figures knew her. First, it was that social dia influencer, then Daniel Macros and Mason, and if that wasn’t enough, even Miss Ella knew her.
"All I know is that the profile you have provided is fake." Producer Li tried out his luck with the accusatory statent.
He had expected the girl to at least act innocent or deny it, but to his surprise, she just smiled softly.
"You are a good man, and I know you won’t expose ; that’s why there’s no harm in telling you the truth. Here," Elara pulled out her phone and showed him a family picture.
The man looked closely, his pupils dilating when he saw whose photo it was.
There was Miss Ella with her husband, Logan Frost, son George Frost, and...
"You are..." He looked at her in shock.
"The real Elara Frost. Of course, many don’t know, and I prefer to keep it low." Elara smiled before she placed the phone in her pocket.
"So don’t worry. They won’t influence ." She winked at the producer before she walked to the auditorium.
The man, left shocked by the truth, looked at the girl as she walked to the snack section and ate a muffin as if it were the first ti she had eaten sothing exquisite and couldn’t help but gulp.
He had never t a better actress than her, who was acting so well in real life.
She trusted him with the truth, but did he trust himself?
He rembered all the tis the director wanted to throw her out of the drama to appease Lloyd, and he bit his bottom lip.
The intensity and weight of the truth were too much for him to handle.
And though he was used to dealing with all the prominent families and actors and actresses as a producer, for so reason, dealing with Elara felt like a real job, sothing that would drain him for sure.
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