Mr. Grey was something of a legend - his track record boasted an impressive 99% win rate, making him one of the top figures in the industry.


    Though Alistair had made quite the name for himself as a rising star with notable talent and a high victory rate, he was still young with less experience. In the shadow of Mr. Grey, he was merely a junior. However, three years ago, that renownedwyer vanished without a trace.


    So when a Mr. Grey emerged now, everyone spected whether he was the same formidable figure from the past.


    But if he truly was the industry titan of yesteryear, why would he suddenly reappear for something like this?


    Nheless, Mr. Grey''s public statement added more fuel to the fire, making the situation even more sensational.


    Meanwhile, Miranda''s social media was under siege.


    Someone had dug up her ount, and a swarm of Arabe''s fans descended upon both her and the production''s pages with insults.


    "Do you have any shame? I heard you''re the Hawke who not only leeches off the Hawke family name but also snatched Arabe''s role, you witch!"


    "Even if Arabe and her brother were wrong this time, did you, Miss Livestream, do nothing wrong? Who can''t see your malicious intent?"


    "You''re also a Hawke, but you''re not even worthparing to Arabe. Look at yourself in the mirror!" "Whatever show she''s in, I''ll boycott every single one (disgusting)."


    ...


    Miranda was scrolling through her phone when she saw Maximus Grey''s statement, and a small smirk appeared on her lips.


    That guy sure worked fast. If she remembered correctly, he had gotten out about four months ago. Already back with his credentials?


    Just then, her ount received a direct message from Maximus.


    Maximus wrote, "Your ount''s quite lively."


    Miranda replied, "Sure is."


    Maximus asked, "Need help?"


    Miranda responded, "Nope."


    She couldn''t care less about these bandwagon fans and didn''t want to waste her energy. Although, if they were all in front of her, she wouldn''t mind giving each of them a piece of her mind.


    After replying, Miranda checked her ount and could assume that it was Arabe''s doing as she read those reproachful remarks.


    She then made a new publication on her ount with a picture of the Hawke siblings.


    Caption, "Weird, howe the Hawke siblings don''t look alike at all? Was the sister perhaps an illegitimate child?"


    Shortly after Miranda posted it, there were initial insults, but soon it fell silent. A few conspicuousments popped up.


    "They really don''t look alike, never noticed before. Arabe doesn''t resemble anyone in the Hawke family!"


    "True, doesn''t look simr at all."


    Before long, thesements were reported and removed. Even Miranda''s post was being gged. Arabe, glued to her phone at home, was anxiously monitoring the feedback.


    "Why can''t we take it down?" she snapped in frustration.


    Despite deploying a horde of bots to report it, the post remained.


    Unbeknownst to Miranda, William had already made sure all her social media ounts were gged for special attention.


    So unless Miranda posted something illegal, the tforms wouldn''t dare touch her ounts.


    As the wave of attacks against Miranda receded, Maximus couldn''t help but admire, "That''s ssic you." Miranda replied, "Standard maneuver."


    She knew exactly what Arabe feared.


    Maximus wondered, "When can we meet?"


    Miranda answered, "You''ll have to wait a bit longer."


    Maximus, ever perceptive, asked, "Someone ahead of me in line?"