The One''s official ount had just cleared Queenie''s name and tagged Juniper''s Twitter handle at the end. What did that mean?


    Juniper was really Lunar!


    An eighteen-year-old high school student from a bottom-tier school was the world- famous choreographer, Lunar. It was unbelievable.


    Before they could process the shock, Juniper posted her purchase receipt on Twitter, followed by a slew of cease-and-desist letters that had clearly been prepared in advance.


    The inte went into a frenzy.


    "What? Juniper is Lunar? For real?”


    "The One confirmed it, so it must be true!"


    "Holy cow. At eighteen, she''s a master choreographer. At eighteen, I... never mind, I have nothing good to say about myself, I''m out!"


    "It all makes sense now! That''s why she could perform ''Dawn'' perfectly without any sheet music."


    "So, Master Lunar is attending Aurora High! Someone get me all the information on that school in the next two minutes!"


    "Where are all the people who were insulting Juniper before? Cat got your tongue?"


    “Queenie and Aurora High were treated so unfairly! I fully support Master Lunar sending out those legal notices!"


    "They should investigate who started these rumors and sue them too!"


    Seeing the legal notices, the reporters finally snapped back to reality and began frantically deleting their posts, terrified of ending up in court. Thew firm representing her, Trust-Law, was known to be a beast. Its win rate was nearly one hundred percent. The word on the street was that hiring Trust-Law wasn''t just about winning; it was about destroying your opponent.


    Queenie was equally stunned. She stared at Juniper, dumbfounded, forgetting to even blink. She had thought it was shocking enough that Lunar was Juniper''s friend. She never imagined that the idol she had worshipped for years was standing right beside her.


    "Is there anything else?" Juniper took a step forward, her cold gaze sweeping across the reporters. Her voice was quiet but carried an intimidating weight.


    The reporters, still reeling, could only shake their heads.


    "Good." Juniper''s face was like stone as she raised her phone and took photos of each reporter. "You might be free now, but you''re about to be very busy."


    They had ndered her online and then chased her down in person, all to bully a young girl like Queenie for clicks. They were nothing but vultures.


    Did they really think this was over? She wasn''t just going to sue them; she was going to make sure these soulless reporters never worked in the industry again.


    “Master Lunar, this is all a misunderstanding," the reporters stammered, their faces changing color as they rushed to apologize. If they ended up in Trust-Law''s crosshairs, their careers would be over.


    "Mywyers will be in contact with you about the rest," Juniper said curtly. She took the still-dazed Queenie by the arm and turned to leave without a second nce. "Juniper-" Qadir arrived just as the drama was ending. He looked utterly confused, jogging to keep up with them. "What happened? Why do all the reporters at the gate look like they''ve seen a ghost?"


    Queenie turned and whispered, “Juniper is Lunar!”


    "What?" Qadir froze in his tracks, trying to process her words.


    Across town, Ynda was dressed in her own gown from The One, her makeup perfectly applied. She sat primly on the sofa, the very picture of a poised youngdy, as the reporter set up the camera for a live interview.


    "Ynda, do you have anything you''d like to say about thepetition?"