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    “If you’re not interested in watching, then don’t go. Does spending a few dors on a movie ticket really constitute exploitation? Are funds that tight?”


    “What difference does their rtionship make? Did it diminish the special effects? Did it detract from the story’s impact?”


    “It seems some people think they’re the only ones with intelligence, and everyone elsecks sense.”


    Louis’s fans weed genuine criticism but swiftly defended him and Elena against any baseless attacks.


    Support also started pouring in from Elena’s readers. Moreover, several business leaders took the initiative to book entire cinemas for their staff to experience A Dream Within A Dream, further boosting its sess.


    Numerous fans shared images disying hundreds of movie tickets as proof, saying, “Despite our age, we’ve still got the spirit—naturally, we’re backing Lena!”


    Ten years ago, Elenaunched her writing career under the pseudonym Lena. Today, her loyal readers have risen to influential positions, many of them CEOs in various fields.


    This loyal base ensured that even when A Dream Within A Dream was temporarily withdrawn from theaters, its box office performance did not falter. It eventually exceeded the figures from its debut.


    In Foiclens, Sylvia clung to the faint hope that staying silent might make the scandal vanish. However, the very next day, she received a court subpoena at her doorstep.


    Sylvia stared at the summons, anxiety mounting. What should she do? Elena was truly pursuing legal action! Would she end up like her father—incarcerated? The thought of prison terrified her!


    Feeling desperate and out of options, Sylvia decided to consult her mother.


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    Years of affluent living had shaped Cecily into a woman who was both sharp-tongued and demanding.


    When Sylvia finally caught up to her mother, Cecily was in the middle of berating She,ining that her cooking was so foul that not even a starving dog would eat it.


    Despite her hunched back and fragile frame, She continued to cook and clean for both Cecily and Sylvia—weathering their relentless criticism day after day.


    While Cecily yelled, She stayed silent, bending over her vegetables in the yard, watering them as if nothing else existed. Through every insult and hardship, she just kept going.


    Sylvia wrinkled her nose at the smell and kept a wide berth, calling to Cecily from a distance.


    With a sneer and a curse, Cecily spun on her heel and stomped over, still fuming from her tantrum.


    Panicked, Sylvia clutched her mother’s arm. Her voice was shrill with desperation. “Mom, you have to help me—Elena’s trying to put me in jail! If they lock me up too, who’s going to take care of you? She’s out to ruin both of us!”


    “What?” That stopped Cecily cold. “She wants you behind bars, too? Does that girl really believe that just because the Reed family went under, I’m powerless? I raised her for over twenty years of my life—this is the thanks I get? And now she’s stirring the pot, trying to drag you down? Why is she so hell-bent on making our lives miserable?”


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