Eric reported, "Miss Evans moved out of the Evans Mansion and is now living in her mother's former apartment. She and Martin also broke up because of Gretchen." August raised an eyebrow skeptically. "This brat's seen the light, eh?"
"I suppose Miss Evans found out about Martin's misdeeds and decided to leave him," Eric guessed.
August snorted. "Let's not jump to conclusions. Knowing her, she might do something else entirely. Let's wait and see."
Leaving the Reed Corporation building, Gwenda was in high spirits. She hadn't gotten August to fully cooperate, but she'd secured a substantial sum—ten million dollars—sufficient to launch her studio. Future operations would run smoothly.
Next to her, Cecilia finally spoke, "Gwenda, you called the Reed Group CEO your cousin. Are you the young miss of KG Entertainment?"
"Yep," Gwenda replied.
Cecilia, nervous, asked, "Then why did you take me out of KG Entertainment?"
Gwenda patted Cecilia's shoulder. "Don't worry, I mean you no harm. I simply want to make money through you. Focus on singing."
Cecilia bit her lip. "Alright" Though unsure of Gwenda's motives, she felt reassured. She had no other options.
"Let's not be down," Gwenda said. "Now that we have the money, let's find a studio and record your songs." She pulled Cecilia into the car.
They arrived quickly. Cecilia recorded songs under Gwenda's supervision. Although Cecilia was surprised Gwenda knew about her song "Hibernation," she didn't question it. The recording was soon finished, and Gwenda approved it after a single listen. She swiftly created a short video account and posted a video of Cecilia singing "Hibernation."
"Done!" Gwenda declared. They waited for views.
By 10 p.m., Cecilia was exhausted. Gwenda dismissed her. "Go rest for a few days. I'll create a Twitter account for you. Just tweet occasionally."
"Will it really work?" Cecilia asked, her voice hoarse.
"Of course," Gwenda reassured her, patting her shoulder before hailing a taxi.
Cecilia checked the video's performance; the low view count and comments discouraged her. The plan felt increasingly unreliable.
It was 11 p.m. when Gwenda returned to her apartment. The lights were off, but she found Olivier's bedroom door open. He wasn't home. Where could he be at this hour?