Chapter 134

If the leaked documents were authentic, her final statement appeared directed at those who had forced her out of the industry years ago. No wonder her words carried such raw emotion. What a grave miscarriage of justice!

When someone dared to expose this now, it had to be the undeniable truth.

All the evidence was right there—so why had it remained buried until this moment? Had she lacked powerful allies before? Even if she'd spoken up earlier, would the corrupt have silenced her again? But now... now she had the full might of Truth Seeker behind her.

"You've guessed correctly," one netizen posted. "I dug up an old police report filed by an actress, but with insufficient evidence, the case went cold. The media blackout was so thorough most never even heard about it. Those who did dismissed it as attention-seeking drama. When even the legal system fails you, how can one woman stand against public opinion alone?"

"I never criticized her back then," another commented. "That puts me in the top 10% of decent netizens, doesn't it? Even then, the story never added up—how could one minor actress possibly tank an entire corporation? The math wasn't mathing."

Some truths remain eternal throughout history. When men fail, they blame women.

Shifting blame to external factors invites scrutiny of one's incompetence. But pinning it on a woman? That's foolproof. After all, don't men commit all sins for love of women?

"As a financial analyst, she made the perfect scapegoat," a professional weighed in. "Those failed film investments weren't what nearly bankrupted the company—their terrible management was. The movie flops just provided convenient cover for the CEO to save face."

The revelations kept coming. More C-list actresses came forward with allegations against the mogul. A serial predator, it seemed!

"I want to chop my typing fingers off," one horrified user posted. "I'd just gone to the CEO's wife's social media to show support. How could she be so vile? Her husband drugs women, and she destroys reputations. A villainous match made in hell. They must be stopped!"

The company's stock ticker was identified. Publicly traded? "Friends, can we allow this predator's empire to thrive? Hell no!"

Within hours, every corporate social media account drowned in outrage. Employees relaxing at home received frantic calls—damage control, now! But no PR statement could stem the tide against Truth Seeker and Team Elite's coordinated assault. The executives now tasted the same helplessness their victim had endured years ago.

The CEO's wife sat frozen, phone trembling in her hands. The door burst open as her husband stormed in, striking her across the face. "You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?" he roared. "Your petty vengeance backfired spectacularly. We're !"

Meanwhile, the livestream chat flooded with apologies to the wronged actress.

Genevieve and Donovan exchanged relieved glances. They'd anticipated chaos but not this swift, decisive turn. Team Elite's narrative control was masterful—leveraging the live broadcast's reach to completely muzzle opposition. Every counterattack had been anticipated and dismantled. Their casting choices for supporting roles now made perfect sense.

As for the remaining players...

Act Three depicted Pompey using Cleopatra as justification for rebellion, ultimately leading to her tragic demise.

Act Four showed Bahamut, consumed by passion for Kasiya, making catastrophic military decisions in jealous rage.

The pattern was clear across all acts—the "femme fatale" trope was pure myth. Throughout history, countless rulers surrounded themselves with beautiful women without their kingdoms collapsing. Beauty was never the root cause of downfall.

While the live audience focused on the performance, online spectators multitasked furiously between streams and trending topics. Platform servers crashed repeatedly under the traffic surge.

Netizens self-organized into investigative teams—gathering evidence, debunking lies, corroborating anonymous tips. Together, they unearthed long-buried truths.

That night, from Hollywood insiders to elite families, phones rang nonstop across the nation. Some scrambled to contain damage, others made threats. Pleas, bribes, and panic filled the air.

"Look at this, Evelyn!" Genevieve exclaimed, shoving her phone forward whenever she found something juicy.

"Damn, did Team Elite recruit these wronged actresses for reputation rehab? This is basically pro bono justice work!"

"Perfectly aligns with tonight's theme while doing actual good," another fan commented. "Plus it covers for Evelyn's weaker scenes. Joining her fandom was the right call—I've contributed to so much justice tonight!"

Evelyn mused, Truth Seeker might actually be decent people. But full credit went to Isabelle Laurent for unearthing these cases with such meticulous evidence. A true triple play—clearing names, elevating the performance, and recruiting fresh talent.

She recalled how Marcus Donovan had tearfully begged Isabelle not to burn every bridge in Hollywood. But the fearless manager stood firm. Probably ties back to my agreement to support Violet Carter, Evelyn guessed. Ultimately, Julian Blackwood made the final call. Seeing these results, Marcus had nothing to complain about.

Best part? Fewer lines to memorize with several scenes cut. Though Julian's earlier glare suggested he despised slackers.

Now changed into modern attire, Evelyn prepared for her next scene when Isabelle approached. "You're on in five. More live acts coming."

"How's Violet holding up?" Evelyn asked.

Isabelle sighed. "I'd hoped these acts might rehab her image enough for a comeback. But improv proves too challenging. Still, I've paved the way—signing her later shouldn't be hard."

Evelyn nodded absently until she spotted Violet still feverishly making calls backstage. The woman's face burned with defiant fury.

A pang of guilt struck Evelyn. She shot Isabelle an apologetic glance before taking the stage.

The lights flickered.

Before delivering a single line—a cry rang out as Evelyn tumbled off the platform.