<h4>Chapter 360: Hannah Makes Her Appearance</h4>


    Taking a single bite, the woman quickly spat out the apple. "Why is it so sour? Molly, how did you pick this apple?"


    The maid, Molly, looked terrified. "I’m sorry, Miss Liliana! My eyesight must have failed me."


    "I’ll let it go this time, but don’t let it happen again." The woman shifted slightly in her seat. "My back feels ufortable."


    Molly immediately moved behind her and began massaging her back gently.


    A woman this pampered could only be someone raised with the constant attention and affection of a prominent family, developing a "princess syndrome" of sorts.


    "Molly, how much longer until we get to S City?" she asked impatiently. "I’m exhausted from this flight!"


    "Miss, it’s estimated to be another six hours."


    Hannah let out a huff, her gaze brieflyplicated before a small smile surfaced. "I wonder what S City looks like now."


    The ne continued on, slicing through the clouds as it headed for the distant S City...


    ...


    The following morning, after handling some affairs at school, E hurriedly left to return to LXL. With Tiffany’s birthday party scheduled for that evening, she needed to remind Amanda about a few things to keep in mind.


    After all, Amanda was still adjusting to her transition from a naive college student to someone slowly getting her bearings in the industry. She still had a lot to learn.


    "E, do you think Ms. Fox will be demanding? I’m really not good at dealing with those kinds of people!" Amanda, ufortable with socializing, looked anxious when she heard she’d need to attend the birthday party.


    E raised an eyebrow. "Tiffany’s a big name now, but if she’s done well in Country W, she probably isn’t too high-strung."


    "True. I’ve seen some of her interviews and reports before; she didn’te off as arrogant." Amanda let out a sigh of relief.


    "Your agent will be with you, so you don’t have to worry," E assured her with a smile.


    E herself had once been the same—ufortable with socializing, avoiding the empty niceties of parties and gatherings. But after attending enough of these events, it all just became routine.


    E then had Amanda select a dress. Amanda picked one that was simple and fresh, not too showy. E didn’t interfere, and when Eric’s people delivered her gown, Amanda couldn’t help but gush over how beautiful it was.


    "E, you’ll need to be on your guard tonight. Some people won’t give you an easy time, but with Mr. Nelson by your side..."


    Amanda spoke with concern, helping E into her dress.


    E smiled; tonight would indeed be interesting. Executives from manypanies would be attending Tiffany’s birthday celebration. After all, signing a major international actress like Tiffany was a big win for LXL.


    "Stop fussing. Do you think I’m a pushover they can bully?" E quipped.


    Amanda chuckled. E was anything but a pushover. Sometimes her sharp wit was so impressive it made Amanda want to cheer.


    ...


    At 6 p.m., on the ninth floor of the Nelson Group Hotel, dazzling lights filled the room. When E and Amanda arrived, most of thepany staff were already there.


    Eric was runningte due to a meeting.


    "Mrs. Nelson is here!"


    "Quick, go interview her!"


    "Mrs. Nelson, we heard you were recently appointed as both the Deputy Director of Operations and the Finance Director at LXL. Some say you got the position through Mr. Nelson’s influence. Do you have any response to that?"


    "Mrs. Nelson, we heard LXL signed Ms. Tiffany. Could you share a hint about her next film? What genre will it be?"


    "Mrs. Nelson..."


    At the sight of E, reporters who had been busy interviewing other artists swarmed over, much to the frustration of certain celebrities who shot her envious, annoyed res.


    Her presence was as maic as that of any major star, rivaling top actors and actresses. Yet E was neither an actress nor a celebrity!


    E ignored the reporters as security guards kept them at bay.


    Tonight, E wore a simple yet elegant cobalt blue evening gown. It was understated but undeniably eye-catching.


    Amanda followed close behind, a bit uneasy, but the presence of her agent helped her rx.


    The grand hall was packed with stars—all signed with LXL. In just two or three years, LXL had grown to rivalpanies that took decades to reach the same level.


    The celebrities treated E with polite respect—after all, she was thepany’s dy boss." But some harbored a silent disdain, whispering gossip in the corners.


    A tall, striking man approached them—it was Randy Foster, the award-winning actor LXL had recruitedst year.


    "Mrs. Nelson, you look stunning tonight, and Amanda too! By the way, where’s Mr. Nelson?" Randy asked warmly.


    E smiled. "Mr. Nelson has some matters to attend to; he’ll be a bitte. Mr. Foster, you’re unusually charming tonight!"


    Randy grinned, "Just the truth, E! Don’t be formal with me; call me ’Randy’ go on!"


    Randy, despite his status, had no airs and was someone Amanda enjoyed chatting with.


    But at any gathering, there were bound to be a few troublesome characters—or, as E thought, a few "flies" and "lotus blossoms."


    "Mrs. Nelson, you know, not every young woman can pull off blue. Such a noble shade of blue only suits a select few," a sarcastic voice interrupted. It was Sarah Torres, LXL’s Marketing Director.


    Sarah had been recruited from another entertainmentpany, but her abilities weren’t exactly impressive. At least in E’s opinion, Sarah’s performance didn’t quite justify her sry.


    Tonight, Sarah wore a short, fiery red dress that highlighted her curvaceous figure, though her average features and thinly veiled bitterness showed inly on her face.


    Randy’s expression cooled; women like Sarah, full of envy and unable to read a room, were unpleasant to be around.


    "Ms. Torres, I agree—red isn’t something just any woman can pull off. A truly stunning red dress requires fair skin, refined features, and elegance. A good figure alone isn’t enough; otherwise, it just wastes such a lovely color," E replied calmly.


    Sarah’s face twisted slightly. "Are you mocking me, Mrs. Nelson?"


    "I’m only stating the truth," E responded, meeting her gaze without flinching.


    "Ms. Torres, tonight’s a celebration, not a ce for arguments," Randy added firmly.


    Sarah red at E before turning on her heel and storming off.


    At that moment, a buzz filled the room. "Tiffany! Tiffany’s here!"


    Her presencemanded instant attention, drawing the reporters to the entrance.


    E’s security detail kept her well-protected, so reporters had already given up trying to reach her.


    A line of bodyguards held the crowd back, clearing a path down the red carpet.


    In walked a woman d in a mermaid-style gown, shimmering with diamonds that scattered light across the room, making her dazzle like a constetion of stars.


    E watched Tiffany approach, catching a glimpse of the regal indifference in her eyes.


    Indifference? Odd, as she hadn’t even met Tiffany before. It seemed this might be a challenging new rival.


    "Wait—isn’t that Hannah?"


    "Miss Hannah’s here too!"