Chapter 12

Lucy's fingers danced across her phone screen as she swiftly responded on Weibo. First, she tagged Nathan King with the caption "Looking forward to working together," then tagged Stellar Entertainment's official account with a simple "Thank you."

The post detonated like a bomb, instantly setting the fandom ablaze.

Her fans, the LEMONs, erupted in celebration.

[OMG our girl is moving up in the world! Nathan King is the legendary agent who groomed three Best Actors!]

[Who said Lucy got dumped? She was the one who ditched that useless agent!]

[LOL at the haters scrambling now. How’s that humble pie taste?]

[Richard Brown was trash. Nathan is the real deal!]

The antis and rival stammers fell silent. Even the most vocal trolls suddenly had nothing to say.

The entertainment industry was stunned.

"Lucy White actually got Nathan King on board?"

"Stellar Entertainment is publicly backing her? Who’s pulling strings behind the scenes?"

Several variety show producers quietly scrapped their plans to exploit the drama. They needed to reassess Lucy’s worth.

Meanwhile, Lucy was touring an apartment with Sophia.

"This duplex has top-tier security. No paparazzi will get past it." Sophia pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Great natural lighting too."

Lucy surveyed the 200-square-meter space, its minimalist decor exuding understated elegance. She nodded. "This one."

After signing the lease, Lucy turned to Sophia. "I’m driving back tonight to pick up my mom and brother. Can you stock the place with essentials?"

"Leave it to me." Sophia winked. "Nathan and I will handle the online mess."

As night fell, Michael Johnson stood outside Sophia’s building, his expression stormy.

"Where’s Lucy?" He blocked Sophia at the door.

She rolled her eyes. "None of your business."

"We just had a fight." His voice tightened. "Tell her I know I was wrong."

Sophia scoffed. "Too late for that."

The door slammed in his face.

In the car, his assistant ventured cautiously, "Next week’s variety show… you’ll see her there."

Michael’s eyes lit up.

She couldn’t avoid him forever, not when work was involved.

He pulled out his phone, the trending topic #LucyWhiteNathanKing twisting like a knife in his chest.

She’d forgive him this time… right?

His fingers hovered over their chat window, typing and deleting until only one message remained:

"We need to talk."

A red exclamation mark glared back at him.

She’d blocked him.