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Chapter 259
Miranda found herself at a loss for words. She couldn’t tell Elian was either incredibly naïve or just plain foolish. But she had seen similar threads online.
“Are you planning to join Flying Fish Entertainment?” she asked, steering the conversation in a different direction.
Standing outside the towering Flying Fish Entertainment building, she assumed Elian was there for the same
reason.
Elian glanced up at the imposing structure behind him. “No.”
In truth, that had been his original plan. He intended to meet Marion, aware of his ties to Miranda. Elian had done his homework and knew Marion was working for her.
Marion’s impressive reputation made Elian curious, and he thought it might be worth discussing a potential collaboration. After all, Marion was good–looking and had earned Miranda’s trust, which made Elian feel a tad uneasy and threatened.
“Then you are here for…”
“I’m here for you. My grandpa mentioned he’s feeling a bit under the weather.”
Miranda nodded in understanding. “It’s about time for his follow–up. I have some free time later, so I’ll drop by.”
This would be the last follow–up visit, and since the timing was perfect, she decided to go herself.
Elian grinned. “Sounds good, wifey.”
Miranda gazed up, while Elian had already turned around to instruct his bodyguard, “Bring the car around.”
Miranda frowned slightly. He really couldn’t control himself, could he?
Inside Sky High Entertainment.
“Mr. Smith, we have a problem. Someone snapped a picture of Miranda with Elian downstairs. What should we do?” an assistant said as he hurried into the office, looking flustered.
Marion was engrossed in reviewing financial documents related to the Hawke Group’s assets and NeuraCore’s recent earnings report. Beside him sat a takeover proposal.
“Oh, they got another one?” Marion’s tone was calm, as if he was used to such occurrences.
Although Miranda was under contract with their company, her other identity as Ms. Lancaster set her apart from the typical celebrities who relied on fan support.
Fans were captivated by the ongoing “real vs. fake heiress” drama and were equally intrigued by the tangled relationships between her and the affluent heirs.
Marion had done his homework. Fans‘ fascination arose from a few factors: Miranda’s intriguing background, her feisty persona of “who dares mess with me will not end up good” from reality shows, which left no one having the audacity to criticize her, her striking looks which outmatched any potential disputes, and her remarkable talent. She was a goddess in every sense – an acting prodigy, a gaming legend, a protective sister and a straight–A student. It seemed like God had finally opened the floodgates of opportunity for her.
Her academic brilliance had also come to light recently. Initially, it was just campus chatter, but it had since gone viral.
Miranda’s modesty and the public’s fixation on the Hawke family drama meant Marion hadn’t pushed this narrative too hard, keeping it from blowing up excessively. However, Miranda’s fans were well aware of this tidbit.
“Shouldn’t we do something about it? Miranda doesn’t have much negative press online, but there are trolls. I’m worried they might spread rumors or say nasty things.”
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Marion looked up suddenly, as if realizing something. “Are you a fan of hers, too?”
The assistant blushed and nodded sheepishly. “Kind of. I’ve bought all of Miranda’s merchandise.”
No wonder the assistant frequently updated him on Miranda’s affairs.
“Show me the photo,” Marion requested. The assistant promptly handed it over.
The photo only showed Elian’s silhouette, his face obscured, but his profile was unmistakable. There wasn’t a single clear image of Elian’s face on the internet. Previously, not even his side profile was captured – only the occasional back view. But after some photos with Miranda surfaced, side shots began to appear.
Seasoned paparazzi, wary of their photos mysteriously disappearing, avoided capturing Elian’s face directly.
Marion considered this for a moment.
“Head to marketing and have them draft some content. Post photos of Elian and Sebastian with Miranda on all major platforms and set up a poll. Collaborate with the platforms – maybe arrange some trending topics or rankings. Speak with them about this plan. Then, have the business team assess the profitability and added value. Remember, it’s about collaborating with the platforms, got it?”
The assistant perked up. “Understood.”
Ah, the cunning capitalist – it was no wonder Mr. Smith was so adept at making money. Marion wasn’t interested in profiting from the public. His real targets were those two gentlemen.
“I’ll get right on it.”
The secretary left with a hint of excitement.
Marion turned his attention back to Elian’s silhouette in the photo. “Riding constantly on Miranda’s coattails, huh? It’s about time I collected some interest.”
Though Miranda had changed her last name, Marion still called her by her former name in private. She used it when they were in prison; the name didn’t just represent the appellation but held significant meaning for him. Outside of official settings, he preferred to use it.
