Imperial Heights.
Charlotte sat in front of the computer, her slender fingers flying across the keyboard.
On the screen, the projected revenue curve for Kenneth's title track was a continuous line of deep green, soaring higher by the minute.
Thanks to Reba, she was sitting comfortably at the number one spot on the trending list.
Countless nosy netizens were clicking the link just to hear the song.
These weren't just streams; this was pure cash.
"My little money-grubber."
Having put the baby to sleep, Anthony walked back to his wife with a bowl of fresh fruit. He fed a grape to her, his voice incredibly gentle. "When do you plan on making your move?"
"Tomorrow."
Charlotte swallowed the fruit and tilted her chin up slightly. Her husband obediently fed her another.
"Mhm."
Anthony wrapped his arms around her waist. His face darkened with blatant displeasure as he growled, "I want to crush them."
They actually had the audacity to scheme against and slander his wife. They were practically begging for death.
"Huh?"
Charlotte turned her head, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly as she spoke with total sincerity. "You don't need to. It's been a while since I ran into anyone with a death wish. Let me have some fun to cure my boredom."
"..."
Anthony blinked, stunned for a couple of seconds. Then, his thumb gently caressed her cheek, his voice dripping with indulgence. "Alright."
He had almost forgotten that his darling was the furthest thing from a pushover.
—
The next day.
Reba was frantically switching between burner accounts across multiple platforms, refreshing the comment sections endlessly.
Between the paid bots and her loyal fans, the top comments were entirely flooded with praise for her dancing.
Naturally, sprinkled in between the compliments were passive-aggressive jabs claiming Charlotte was using her wealth to bully people because her actual skills were lacking.
It crafted the perfect illusion that Reba's MV was far more popular than Charlotte's.
Watching her Twitter follower count explode at a terrifying rate, a triumphant smirk spread across Reba's face.
Didn't everyone say Charlotte was so powerful?
She was clearly hiding behind a guilty conscience, completely terrified to show her face and clear her name.

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