Miranda found herself at a loss for words. She couldn''t tell Elian was either incredibly na?ve or just in foolish. But she had seen simr threads online.


    "Are you nning to join Flying Fish Entertainment?" she asked, steering the conversation in a different direction.


    Standing outside the towering Flying Fish Entertainment building, she assumed Elian was there for the same reason.


    Elian nced up at the imposing structure behind him. "No."


    In truth, that had been his original n. He intended to meet Marion, aware of his ties to Miranda. Elian had done his homework and knew Marion was working for her.


    Marion''s impressive reputation made Elian curious, and he thought it might be worth discussing a potential coboration. After all, Marion was good-looking and had earned Miranda''s trust, which made Elian feel a tad uneasy and threatened.


    "Then you are here for..."


    "I''m here for you. My grandpa mentioned he''s feeling a bit under the weather."


    Miranda nodded in understanding. "It''s about time for his follow-up. I have some free timeter, so I''ll drop by."


    This would be thest follow-up visit, and since the timing was perfect, she decided to go herself.


    Elian grinned. "Sounds good, wifey."


    Miranda gazed up, while Elian had already turned around to instruct his bodyguard, "Bring the car around."


    Miranda frowned slightly. He really couldn''t control himself, could he?


    Inside Sky High Entertainment.


    "Mr. Smith, we have a problem. Someone snapped a picture of Miranda with Elian downstairs. What should we do?" an assistant said as he hurried into the office, looking flustered.


    Marion was engrossed in reviewing financial documents rted to the Hawke Group''s assets and NeuraCore''s recent earnings report. Beside him sat a takeover proposal.


    "Oh, they got another one?" Marion''s tone was calm, as if he was used to such urrences.


    Although Miranda was under contract with theirpany, her other identity as Ms. Lancaster set her apart from the typical celebrities who relied on fan support.


    Fans were captivated by the ongoing "real vs. fake heiress" drama and were equally intrigued by the tangled rtionships between her and the affluent heirs.


    Marion had done his homework.


    Fans'' fascination arose from a few factors: Miranda''s intriguing background, her feisty persona of "who dares mess with me will not


    end up good" from reality shows et


    which left no one having the


    audacity to criticize her, her striking looks which outmatched any


    potential disputes, and her


    remarkable talent. She was a


    goddess in every sense - an acting prodigy, a gaming legend, a protective sister and a straight-A student. It seemed like God had finally opened the floodgates of opportunity for her.


    Her academic brilliance had alsoe to light recently. Initially, it was just campus chatter, but it had since gone viral.


    Miranda''s modesty and the public''s fixation on the Hawke family drama meant Marion hadn''t pushed this narrative too hard, keeping it from blowing up excessively. However, Miranda''s fans were well aware of this tidbit.


    "Shouldn''t we do something about it? Miranda doesn''t have much negative press online, but there are trolls. I''m worried they might spread rumors or say nasty things."


    Marion looked up suddenly, as if realizing something. "Are you a fan of hers, too?"


    The assistant blushed and nodded sheepishly. "Kind of. I''ve bought all of Miranda''s merchandise."


    No wonder the assistant frequently updated him on Miranda''s affairs.


    "Show me the photo," Marion requested. The assistant promptly handed it over.


    The photo only showed Elian''s


    silhouette, his face obscured, but his


    profile was unmistakable. There


    wasn''t a single clear image of Elian''s


    face on the inte. Previously, not even his side profile was captured - only the asional back view. But after some photos with Miranda surfaced, side shots began to appear.


    Seasoned paparazzi, wary of their photos mysteriously disappearing, avoided


    capturing Elian''s face directly.


    Marion considered this for a moment.


    "Head to marketing and have them


    draft some content. Post photos of Elian and Sebastian with Miranda on all major tforms and set up a pott. Coborate with the tforms


    maybe arrange


    e trendin


    topics or rankings. Speak with them about this n. Then, have the business team assess the


    profitability and added value. Remember, it''s about coborating with the tforms, got it?"


    The assistant perked up. "Understood."


    Ah, the cunning capitalist - it was no wonder Mr. Smith was so adept at making money. Marion wasn''t interested in profiting from the public. His real targets were those two gentlemen.


    "I''ll get right on it."


    The secretary left with a hint of excitement.


    Marion turned his attention back to Elian''s silhouette in the photo. "Riding constantly on Miranda''s coattails, huh? It''s about time I collected some interest."


    Though Miranda had changed herst name, Marion still called her by her former name in private. She used it when they were in prison; the name didn''t just represent the appetion but held significant meaning for him. Outside of official settings, he preferred to use it.