It was good to have a brother who was also a hacker. Tiffany smiled playfully. Before sending her email, Melody probably didn't expect the deliberately hidden information would be discovered so quickly. Even Oliver and Harold were stunned.

"Is she your classmate?" Oliver asked.

The information indicated the email originated from Lovell School. Tiffany laughed. "Yes."

"What are you going to do? Why don't you just talk to her and clear things up?" Oliver suggested, implying that with Harold present, this was the perfect opportunity for Tiffany to confront Melody, the classmate who stole her manuscript. Most people would have done so.

Unexpectedly, Tiffany shook her head, saying indifferently, "There's no need." Melody was injured "saving her," and even if she weren't, Tiffany wouldn't confront her. It would be the stupidest move. If Melody had 10,000 reasons to accuse her, she'd have 10,000 excuses. "Why bother?" Tiffany thought.

Harold was surprised. "Are you just going to let it go? Pretend you don't know?"

"No," Tiffany replied, smiling gently. "I have an idea, but I'll need your help."

"Sure," Harold agreed immediately.

Tiffany then said, "In return, I'll give you a gift." She took out a piece of draft paper and began writing. In the original timeline, Harold wouldn't become successful for three years, a period during which he'd face dire straits. Even with Oliver's help, his situation wouldn't improve; instead, they'd constantly be compared, exacerbating their struggles. No one succeeds overnight, and during those years, Harold faced immense pressure, even attempting suicide several times. Only after receiving eventual recognition did he pull himself together.

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Three years is neither long nor short, but who could guarantee no accidents or unforeseen circumstances? So, she decided to help him.

Oliver and Harold watched Tiffany write rapidly, confused. Was she writing a script for him? Harold was unsure whether to laugh or cry. The gift felt unnecessary; hastily written, he doubted the script's quality. It might be so perfunctory he couldn't even look at it. Just as he was about to dissuade her, she put away her pen. A piece of draft paper with semi-dry ink landed before him.

Harold began reading. The handwriting was still delicate, but messier and dreamier. The script's outline lacked dramatic highs and lows, depicting an ordinary person's extraordinary life of survival. He froze, as if struck. An indescribable familiarity washed over him; an emotional rollercoaster. The hundreds of words in the rough outline sparked countless thoughts. It felt so familiar, as if he'd written it himself. A cry rose from deep within, as if proclaiming the purpose of his existence was this story, this movie…

After a long while, Harold looked at Tiffany, his face alight with excitement. "Can… can you give me this script? I'm willing to pay any price!"

"It's yours," Tiffany smiled faintly. The script, adapted by Harold three years later from real stories, would win countless awards upon its release, making him famous. But now, it was uncertain whether he would meet the protagonist who had lived this life. She wanted to help without overstepping, so she only gave him a rough outline; the rest was for him to develop.

Harold found it unbelievable. "You… you're giving it to me just like that? No conditions or rewards?"

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Tiffany smiled. "This was yours to begin with." She was simply seizing an opportunity.

Harold shook his head vigorously. "No, no! I can't take advantage of you." In the world of fame and fortune, who wouldn't want something in return? He'd worked hard for years, never meeting anyone like Tiffany.

Compared to Harold's shock, Oliver remained calm, having interacted with Tiffany before. He reassured Harold, "It's fine. Since Miss Kelley has given it to you, you can keep it." Leaning in, he softly explained, "Don't underestimate her. Do you know StarRise Entertainment? The new company that recently signed Abbie Hopkins? She owns it!"

Harold was even more shocked. StarRise Entertainment, though recently founded, had gained significant attention for signing Abbie. Rumors suggested Abbie was bought out by StarRise's owner, explaining her resources and benefits. The matter caused a stir. However, StarRise's success was undeniable, poised to conquer half the entertainment industry with sufficient early investment. No one imagined the rumored owner was the gentle young woman before him.

Harold, no longer awkward, said seriously, "Then I'll accept it. If you need any help, just let me know."

"Okay," Tiffany smiled.

After seeing off the directors, Tiffany checked the time and went to the school clinic. It was only fair to visit Melody, who'd fallen down the stairs saving her. Entering the doctor's office, she encountered the kind-looking, elderly school doctor. Seeing her using crutches, he asked, "Young lady, do you need me to examine your injuries?"

"No, thank you. I'm looking for someone," Tiffany replied politely, entering.

Melody lay on the bed, her head bandaged, looking weak and pale. Unlike her usual prim demeanor, she appeared pitiful.

Seeing Tiffany, Melody was surprised. "Why are you here, Tiffany?"

"I came to see you," Tiffany replied calmly. "How's your injury?"

"It's nothing serious. I'll be fine after a few days' rest," Melody replied, her iconic beautiful smile returning, her eyes curved, her smile innocent and spirited. Anyone would perceive her as kind and friendly.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow and asked, "Didn't Kenneth come to take care of you?"

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