Chapter 193

Jamar, sitting beside Andrea, couldn't help but ask, “Enjoying the show?”

Andrea turned to him and nodded. “Yeah. It’s great.”

Phoebe wasn’t just beautiful; she was smart, capable, and even amazing at gaming.

Jamar raised an eyebrow. “Are you her fan?”

Andrea lifted her hand and made a so-so gesture. Then, in a hushed voice, she added, “I don’t want to cause Phoebe any trouble. You should take a hint too—if she doesn’t want to deal with you guys, you should stop bothering her.”

The livestream cameras were too far away to pick up her words, so only Jamar heard them. Jamar felt a twinge of pain in his chest.

So, in the eyes of Phoebe’s fans, their attempts at making amends were nothing more than annoying disturbances? He sighed. “We know we screwed up. We just want to make things right.”

Andrea didn’t hesitate. “And where was that energy before?”

She tilted her head slightly, turning away from the cameras, and murmured to Jamar, “The damage is done. Do you really think apologizing after the fact changes anything? Why should Phoebe forgive a bunch of hindsight heroes?”

Jamar flinched. “Damn, girl. You’re harsh.”

Andrea rolled her eyes. “Don’t ‘girl’ me. And don’t get too close.”

Jamar was speechless. At first, he had thought this new guest was sweet and gentle. Who would’ve guessed she was a sharp-clawed little wildcat? With a deadpan expression, he muttered, “You weren’t like this earlier.”

Andrea gave him a mockingly innocent look. “Duh. That was for the livestream. Why would I waste my time on you three scumbags otherwise?”

Jamar was stunned. This woman is fickle. Joshua had been right—you never really know what’s going on in a woman’s mind.

Andrea ignored him after that and went back to watching Phoebe play. Their conversation had been too quiet for anyone else to hear, except for Phoebe. And Phoebe was intrigued. Was Andrea being genuine? Or was she saying this on purpose for her to hear? Either way… things were getting more interesting.

Viewers quickly noticed the way Andrea was watching Phoebe with stars in her eyes. Some who could read lips even translated her earlier whispered comment—“Phoebe is so cool.” The chat exploded:

[Didn’t expect this—turns out Andrea is a Phoebe fangirl! She looks just like me watching Phoebe. She’s got good taste.]

Andrea’s fans jumped in as well:

[We’re not just hopping on the bandwagon—Andrea really is a Phoebe fan. She was hyping her up in our group chat after the first episode. The moment Phoebe stood up to Jamar and Sienna, Andrea was hooked.]

[Same here. I love how Phoebe stands her ground. She fiercely protects the people she cares about and shows no mercy to those she despises. That’s my kind of woman.]

[Joshua really had the audacity to ask Phoebe to make him throat lozenges. Now he suddenly realizes how valuable she is? Too bad. He’s too late.]

Joshua’s own fans couldn’t even defend him. And Sienna? People’s disdain for her hit new levels.

Back at the internet café, by 10 PM, Phoebe and her group decided to call it a night. She had no interest in acknowledging the Jenkins brothers, but she did smile and say goodbye to Andrea. Andrea’s eyes sparkled with excitement. And when she replied, her voice was practically dripping with sugar. Phoebe’s fans were jealous.

Even Reece and the Jenkins brothers couldn’t hide their bitterness. Their expressions darkened as they watched Andrea bask in Phoebe’s attention. Andrea, sensing their gazes, turned away from the cameras and flashed them a brilliantly smug smile. Then, in a voice only they could hear, she smirked, “This is something you’ll never get back.”

The three men fell silent. Just earlier today, they had thought Andrea was a nice girl. Phoebe and her team left first, and they followed soon after, returning to their hotel. The livestream ended only after everyone had entered their rooms.

After changing into casual clothes, letting her hair down, and pulling on a mask, Andrea slipped out of the hotel. With the money she had earned that day—after splitting it between the four of them—she hailed a cab to the hospital. Maria had already texted her Sienna’s room number. She went straight upstairs and knocked on the door.

Inside, Sienna was seething while scrolling through Twitter and trending searches. No wonder she had felt her luck slipping away—the internet was tearing her apart. Something about it felt wrong. It wasn’t supposed to be like this…

Hearing the knock, a flicker of hope rose in her heart. ‘Joshua and Jamar?’ She had sent them several messages today, but neither had responded. ‘Could they be here to surprise me?’ Sienna thought. Voice tinged with excitement, she called out, “Come in.”

But when she saw who it actually was, her smile froze. “What are you doing here?”

Andrea closed the door, pulling down her mask. Raising an eyebrow, she smirked. “You thought it was Joshua and Jamar, didn’t you?”

Sienna’s expression soured. “None of your business.”

Andrea chuckled. “Wow. You really are delusional. After everything you did, do you really think they’d still orbit around you? Leon built up this ‘noble lady’ persona for you, and you actually started believing you were a princess?”

Sienna’s anger flared. “What are you trying to say? You came all this way just to mock me?”

Andrea gave a mock-innocent shrug. “Didn’t you want me here?”

Sienna huffed. “Mom and Cesar sent you to take care of me. You better be respectful, or I’ll tell them you came here just to insult me.”

Andrea rolled her eyes. “This is the only trick you have, isn’t it?” Then, with a mocking smile, she added, “Fine. How do you want me to take care of you? Feed you? Tuck you in?”

Sienna narrowed her eyes. “I don’t feel well. Get me some water and help me clean up.”

During the day, she could call for a nurse. But at night? That was inconvenient. The production team had assigned someone to watch over her, but she had sent them away because she expected Reynard to visit.

Andrea casually slipped her mask into her pocket. “Sure. I’ll get some water.” She walked into the bathroom and filled a basin with cold water. Carrying it over, she set it down in front of Sienna.

Sienna smirked. “See? You should’ve just behaved from the start. And don’t think I didn’t see you pretending to be Phoebe’s fan. That was pathetic. If I were you, I’d start a fight with her—drama gets views. That’s how she got famous.”

The moment she finished speaking, Andrea picked up the basin and dumped the entire thing over Sienna’s head. The icy water drenched her completely. Sienna screamed. “Andrea, you bitch! How dare you?!”