“All beautiful people look a bit alike, don’t they? W is just so striking that everyone thinks she looks familiar!” Thankfully, no one was connecting Wiona to the name Salisbury Corporation anymore. The Sullivan Group’s PR team had already swept the internet clean of every photo of Wiona. Even old pictures people had saved, or screenshots from news stories, were gone. Every image had been edited or deleted. It was like any trace of her with the Salisbury family had been wiped out. Wiona finally let herself relax.
She shot Conrad another message. “Stop talking nonsense. Behave!”
For the next several days, Wiona practically lived at the Cassian K. art exhibition. The line to get in was way worse than she’d expected. Some people camped out for three or five days, hoping to get inside. Others kept getting back in line, pushing out regular fans who hadn’t had a chance to see the show. Before long, the exhibition announced new rules: only one hundred people could queue each day, and you could only get a ticket on the day you waited. Everyone had to sign in with real names, and nobody could visit twice in a short period. After two days of clearing out the backlog, the new rules kicked in for good. Things finally started running smoothly.
Online, W’s popularity exploded. Her name was everywhere. [W finally appeared!] [W’s beauty outshines her art!] [She’s a total goddess!] [She’s so gorgeous, I couldn’t even focus on the paintings! I just stared at her the whole time!] Topic after topic popped up, and curious people couldn’t help clicking in. Every time someone did, they were blown away.
“Wow, that’s W? She’s actually stunning. And she can paint? Unreal!”
“How can anyone this good-looking also be so talented? Life really isn’t fair.”
“Doesn’t this seem fake to anyone else? W was supposed to be some big, bearded guy, right? How did he suddenly turn into a knockout beauty? Maybe this is a stand-in.”
“No way. Listen, I’ve talked to W myself, and we discussed her work. She’s super sweet and beautiful in person. She explained every painting, her thoughts while making it, even the meaning behind each piece. Every fan who got in said it was totally worth it.”
“I have Miss W’s autograph. I’m going to be smiling in my sleep for the rest of my life, haha…”
Not long after, the original poster stepped forward. “Hi, everyone. I’m the daughter of W’s mentor, Bronwen. My name’s Louisa.”
Louisa posted a video. Her eyes were red and she looked exhausted, instantly grabbing everyone’s attention.
“W made a splash and then my mom, Bronwen, took her in as her apprentice. She started to rise in the art world, but after she got famous, she forgot where she came from. Back then, my mom had to move our family overseas for my schooling. W held a grudge, thinking my mom abandoned her. Because of that, she’s cut ties with my mom and forgotten everything my mom did for her. Would she even be where she is today without my mother? W, I hope you still have a heart. For your sake, even when you lost that bet with Taylor, my mom quietly bought the painting you lost. She even decided to come back to the country to help you. And what did you do? You tried to frame my dad, sent him to jail, and now you’ve tricked my mom into handing over your old paintings just so you could hold your own exhibition. The quality of those paintings is all over the place. Just because you’re famous now, does that mean you can sell your old, second-rate work to fans who don’t know any better? W, don’t be so greedy. We all know your divorce hasn’t been easy, but my mom can’t stand by while you scam people just to make money. So I’m asking everyone, please don’t buy W’s paintings. They’re not worth anything.”
With that, Louisa gave the camera a deep bow.

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