She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 479

Loyce's eyelashes fluttered. Lucian lifted her out of the SUV and personally carried her all the way to the covered porch. The tips of his hair and his broad shoulders were slightly damp from the rain, and the soaked fabric of his shirt clung to his chest, outlining the sharp definition of his muscles.

Even after she was safely inside her room, Loyce couldn't snap out of the daze. Her heart was absolutely hammering against her ribs.

...

The tweet Yolene had posted two hours ago was completely blowing up.

It was a photo of her rubbing her seemingly tear-filled eyes, captioned: *Everything will work out.*

The photo was masterfully framed to include Hazel clutching the director's chair in a rage, with Loyce standing off to the side, looking entirely indifferent.

The internet was having a meltdown. Someone claiming to be a crew member posted a highly exaggerated "insider account" of how a psychotic "extra" had tried to steal Yolene's chair and screamed at her. The public was outraged, flooding Yolene's comments with endless sympathy and support.

Loyce was being absolutely slaughtered online. There wasn't a single positive comment about her.

But right at the peak of the hysteria, Renee—who notoriously never engaged in internet drama—suddenly quote-tweeted Yolene's post with exactly two words.

[Scheming bitch.]

Renee's status in Hollywood was galaxies above Yolene's. As a multi-platinum musician and critically acclaimed actress, her follower count was astronomical. Furthermore, anyone who knew Renee knew she lived for her art. She never picked fights, never engaged in petty squabbles, and actively avoided PR nightmares.

For her to publicly drop a nuke like this meant one thing: the public didn't have the whole story.

Flavia Lattimore immediately 'liked' Renee's tweet. Instantly, the algorithm exploded again, and the narrative fractured into total chaos.

Yolene, who had just been sitting in her hotel room gloating over the thousands of comments defending her—thrilled that she had single-handedly crushed that girl's acting dreams—suddenly saw Renee and that absolute parasite, Flavia, jump into the ring.

She hurled her phone across the bed. "Are you kidding me?! Since when does Renee stoop to defending a billionaire's mistress?! Does she want to ruin her own career?!"

Suddenly, her agent practically kicked the hotel room door off its hinges, her face pale and dripping with sweat. "Disaster! Absolute disaster! Director Miles is completely scrubbing you from the movie!"

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