Chapter 97
"Ms. Winslow, we've confirmed it..." The agent's voice trembled as she delivered the news. "Those flowers were sent by Mr. Alexander Kingsley."
Isabella Winslow dug her manicured nails into her palms, nearly snapping them in half.
"How shameless of him to do this after the breakup!" she spat through gritted teeth, venom dripping from her eyes.
The entire crew of The First Lady knew exactly who those extravagant roses were for. The producer's attitude had done a complete turnaround, and even the director began smiling at Evelyn Sinclair.
Shutting down entire logistics chains to transport roses at any cost wasn't something an ordinary person could pull off.
This wasn't courtship—it was a declaration of ownership.
Every single rose silently proclaimed: This woman belongs to me.
"Tell Melissa Lee," Isabella's red lips curled into a cold smile, "that the flowers were from Julian Ashford. And make sure the styling team seizes their opportunity."
Last time, she'd underestimated Evelyn, never expecting her to have evidence. If Melissa failed again this time, she'd be beyond stupid.
...
The crew was still buzzing about the roses, speculating about the juicy love triangle drama.
Then, an explosive news story broke across the internet.
All the lead character designs for The First Lady had been leaked prematurely!
A prominent entertainment influencer posted dozens of high-definition stills, including multiple meticulously designed outfits meant to be a surprise reveal upon the film's release. These top-secret materials, meant to stay under wraps, had been completely exposed.
For the production team, this was nothing short of catastrophic.
Every shooting schedule was thrown into chaos, and all marketing plans had to be scrapped. Worse, those exclusive designs, crafted at tremendous cost, could now be copied by competitors at any moment.
Fans of Victoria Chase, Isabella Winslow, and Bianca White erupted in outrage, turning social media into a battleground. Supporters of each star blamed the others for the leak, escalating the feud to unprecedented levels.
No one cared about the roses anymore.
Production ground to a halt as the crew scrambled to identify the mole.
Rumors spread like wildfire. Some claimed security on set was a joke, while others even fabricated stories about poisoning attempts before filming began. The absurd lies grew wilder, forcing the crew to issue public denials—only to face even fiercer backlash.
The furious producer called the police, threatening to sue the blogger who first broke the story.
The blogger quickly shifted blame, posting transaction records to prove innocence. In the chat screenshots, the seller's profile and username were faintly visible—
Horizon Media reporter, Duan Sheli.
Ten minutes later, Duan Sheli's real identity was doxxed.
[Horizon reporter Duan Sheli, come out and face justice!]
[So it's that paparazzo who slandered Isabella Winslow last time!]
[Real name Evelyn Sinclair? The one involved in the Ryan Holt scandal?]
[Ryan Holt was trash, but this woman is definitely no saint either!]
A tidal wave of vitriol came crashing down.
...
"Julian!" William Yearwood stopped his son. "We need to talk about Evelyn Sinclair."
Julian Ashford frowned and paused.
"I heard you reprimanded Melissa Lee over her?" William sighed. "Hiding her identity as a Sinclair was already more than she deserved. That family is nothing but bad luck. How much trouble has she caused since joining Horizon?"
"Father!" Julian's expression darkened instantly.