?Chapter 819:


    Sylvia felt she had lost it all. Gone were the generous followers who used to flood her streams with praise and digital gifts. Tonight, her only tip hade with a suggestion to visit a therapist. She had pictured herself swimming in profits by the end of the night, but instead, she walked away with one pathetic tip and spent the whole evening being mocked.


    Frustration crept in like a storm cloud. Her first instinct was to call Darren. But as soon as she hit the dial, the truth smacked her again—he’d already blocked her.


    With no one else to turn to, Sylvia called her mother, her voice trembling, pride discarded.


    Elena’s phone buzzed with a sharp ring. She picked it up, and Devonte’s voice came through, thick with emotion and edged with frustration. “Elena, seriously? You had this whole secret author identity overseas and didn’t think to mention it? If I’d known you were Helena, I would’ve begged for adaptation rights months ago! I’ve been eyeing those novels forever. You said nothing—not a single hint. Were we ever even friends?”


    A flicker of amusement crossed Elena’s face. One brow lifted, and she teased, “Friends? Since when?”


    A beat of silence stretched between them before Devonte let out an exaggerated, theatrical groan. “Elena, that’s harsh! After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think of me as a friend?”


    The sting in his voice wasn’t entirely an act—he actually sounded wounded. Only when her softughter drifted through the line did the realization hit. She’d been messing with him.


    A grumble followed, but a reluctant smile tugged at his mouth. So she does have a sense of humor tucked in there somewhere.


    Elena didn’t dwell on it. Her tone was easygoing. “Alright, drama king. What did you really call for?”


    Devonte’s voice shifted, nowced with weight and admiration. “Elena, that was nothing short of brilliant. Every usation of giarism? Gone. The moment you revealed that Lena and Helena are actually one person, the entire narrative flipped. You were holding back on purpose, waiting for just the right moment to strike, weren’t you? It was a bold gamble, but it paid off. The film’s headed for a re-release, and instead of facing setbacks, we’re riding a wave of massive attention. They’re saying the box office might break ten billion!”


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    By the time he finished, he couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face. Whoever said partnering with Elena was a curse clearly hadn’t stuck around long enough to see the payoff. This wasn’t misfortune. This was the jackpot.


    Elena gave a casual “Mm” before ending the call without hesitation.


    That night, the moon hung high and glowing. As she stepped up to the window, her eyes instantly caught sight of a familiar car parked below. It was Wesley’s.


    From the driver’s seat, Felix threw a nce over his shoulder at Wesley. “Mr. Spencer, Miss Harper’s already taken care of the giarism mess. It’s getting prettyte—do you really have to go up and see her in person?”


    A single re from Wesley was all it took to shut Felix up.


    Felix mped his mouth shut, lips tightening as he looked away. Despite making the trip out in the dead of night, Wesley hadn’t called or messaged Elena—he just sat there, unmoving, eyes glued to the window above. What was the point? Elena wasn’ting out. With a cigarette nestled between his fingers, Wesley spun it slowly, his stare locked on that one lit window. He’d assembled a legal team. But in the end, she hadn’t needed him or his team.


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