?<strong>Chapter 307:</strong>


    It was Ruby, urgently asking her to check Twitter.


    Carrie’s stomach sank.


    The mere mention of Twitter was enough to send a headache creeping in.


    She didn’t even need to look to know it would be bad news—because with Yara involved, it always was.


    Sure enough, Yara’s recent livestream had set off a chain reaction.


    Though Yara had been careful not to explicitly name her, the ever-determinedizens had quickly connected the dots.


    Carrie’s face was stered all over Twitter, apanied by scathing usations.


    She was beingbeled a cruel sister, a cold-hearted daughter, and now, something even more damaging—a woman with a sugar daddy.


    Spection was rampant, with many questioning how Carrie had secured the opportunity to coborate with Asher.


    The leading theory? Her sess was tied to her mysterious benefactor.


    The hashtag #CarrieSugarDaddy quickly climbed the trending list.


    And at the center of the storm was one name: Soren from Silver Elephant Media.


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    “People are so easily impressed,” Kristopher muttered, frowning at the Twitterments gushing over Soren’s wealth and charm. Without a word, he snapped a screenshot of thements and forwarded it to Oliver.


    Momentster, Oliver replied, “Understood, sir. I’ll handle removing the trending topics and blocking any rtedments.” After a pause, he added, “Perhaps this is a good time to announce your marriage? Your wife has always been sensitive about the wedding and her official status.”


    Kristopher’s eyes narrowed, and he sent back nothing more than a single question mark.


    Oliver quickly backpedaled, typing a reply. “I apologize, sir. I shouldn’t have crossed the line.”


    “Oliver’s taking care of it,” Kristopher said as he set his phone down and turned his attention to Carrie.


    Carrie didn’t look the least bit reassured. Rubbing her forehead, she sighed, “I can’t keep shutting people up forever. Being in the spotlight means I can’t gag every critic who speaks out.”


    Kristopher remembered Oliver’s earlier suggestion. Feigning nonchnce, he said, “There’s a simple way to put these rumors to rest for good.”


    As expected, he caught Carrie’s attention. She stopped scrolling and looked up, her curiosity piqued.


    Holding her gaze, he said it as though it was the most obvious solution in the world. “Just announce that you’re married, that you’re Mrs. Norris. Nobody would dare use you of chasing after a sponsor.”


    Carrie’s eyes narrowed as she studied his smug expression, her distaste clear. Without bothering to reply, she calmly twisted the cap off a water bottle and took a slow sip.


    Herck of enthusiasm grated on Kristopher’s nerves. “Didn’t you say you wanted to focus on acting? You’re not aiming to be some idol. So going public about your marriage shouldn’t be a problem. Unless, of course, you’d rather people assume you’re involved with someone like Soren to keep up the illusion that you’re single?”


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