NovelGoldChapter 433
"Disgraced artist? Are you kidding me?!" Abby's eyes widened in disbelief. "Just because of srumors about
Antoney? Those stories might not even be true! What gives you the right to cancel our concert?!"
On the other end, the voice replied, "It's only a temporary suspension. If you can prove Antoney has nothing to
do with the scandal, the concert will go ahead as planned."
Abby was furious. "They're slandering us-shouldn't it be their job to provide evidence? You're really going to label
Antoney a disgrace just because of a few video clips? Isn't that way too hasty?"
There was an awkward cough on the other side. "Uh... this is an order from higher up. We're just following
instructions.”
Abby wanted to argue more, but Stella gently placed a hand on her arm, shaking her head as a signal to stop.
Abby knew she was right-no amount of arguing would change anything. She just couldn't swallow the injustice.
For now, the only plan was to do as Star suggested: confront the accuser directly, then propose a paternity test.
But while Abby was busy firing back at the so-called whistleblower online, yet another problem erupted at the
studio.
Someone had leaked Antoney's stuaddress.
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Soon, a swarm of angry netizens began sending funeral wreaths, creepy dolls, and all sorts of disturbing things
to the office.
Worse still, a crowd gathered downstairs, demanding answers from Antoney.
It was Candida's first official day at work. The moment she saw the mob outside the building, she froze in shock.
Without hesitation, she called Stella.
After hearing Candida's shaky account, Stella spoke quietly: "Go hfor today. Abby's already rented a new
stufor us. Once we've cleaned up, you can cback in a couple of days."
"Okay."
Candida hung up, ready to slip away, when a tall, sharply dressed figure blocked her path.
"Candida, | finally found you."
She looked up, her face draining of color.
"Karl?!"
In just two days, Abby's public sparring with the accuser sent the scandal's buzz
to a fever pitch.
And if
Twas running out. If Antoney's issue wasn't resolved soon, there'd be no way to hold the concert. his
reputation took a hit, nobod would buy tickets anyway.
Abby wasted no time-she publicly demanded a paternity test with the accuser.
Suddenly, the other party's social media went silent.
At first, the tide of public opinion had been entirely against Antoney. But now, things were shifting. He still had
plenty of devoted fans. While many had jumped ship after the scandal broke, sdie-hards chose to stand by
him.
But anyone who voiced support for Antoney was quickly slapped with a "fangirl" label, bombarded with sarcastic
comments, and mocked until they fell silent.
Still, Antoney's willingness to fight back publicly suggested he had nothing to hide.
Of course, ssniped back that the last celebrity who said that ended up behind bars.
After a day of silence, the other side finally responded: they agreed to the paternity test.
Everyone knew refusing or dodging now would mean only one thing.
Abby read their reply, her excitement barely contained. "Star, Antoney's about to turn this around!"
But Stella didn't share Abby's enthusiasm. Her brows were furrowed, worry clouding her face.
Abby's smile faded. "Star, what's wrong? Is there still a problem?"
"No," Stella sighed softly. "I just hope I'm overthinking it."
Everything had been happening at once lately, and Stella-already run ragged had caught a chill. That night, after
making dinner for
Marvin, she realized she was
running a fever.
Worried about passing on her cold, Stella immediately called Neville Connolly.
"Mr. Connolly, I'm feeling under the weather. Would you mind taking Marvin hfor a few days?"
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