Chapter 302

Vivian's fingers tightened around her phone. "I'm absolutely sure Natasha was involved in my kidnapping last time."

Damien exhaled heavily. "I've been monitoring your case closely, but Maxwell Sterling remains at large."

He hesitated before continuing. "Without concrete evidence, it's impossible to pin this on Natasha."

His voice turned razor-sharp. "Shutting down the livestream so abruptly makes it seem like someone's orchestrating a cover-up."

"Was it Adrian who pulled the strings?" Vivian asked, her brow furrowing.

Audrey gasped beside her. "Wait, wasn't it you?"

"Definitely not," Damien confirmed. "By the time I learned about it, the stream had already been terminated."

Audrey's eyes widened dramatically. "Holy shit."

"A complete platform ban?" she whispered. "There's been maybe two streamers in history who got that punishment!"

The severity wasn't lost on Vivian. A full ban meant Natasha couldn't create new accounts, post content, or even appear as a guest on any digital platform.

Vivian ended the call with Damien, only to see her screen light up with notifications.

Two missed calls - one from Ethan, another from Lydia.

Seeing Ethan's name gave her pause.

Adrian.

She was ninety percent certain he'd orchestrated Natasha's downfall behind the scenes.

Choosing to return Lydia's call first, Vivian needed her agent's perspective on the developing situation.

Mid-conversation, a WhatsApp notification popped up from Damien.

The message contained more bad news.

"Adrian," Vivian muttered under her breath.

After the disastrous livestream, the producers of Spotlight Night had contacted Damien with an ultimatum: either replace Vivian immediately or postpone her appearance indefinitely.

Vivian massaged her temples. "Who knows how long this mess will last. Just replace me."

Lydia's response came after a thoughtful pause. "No, that won't work. You're part of the main cast. If we let them replace you now, it'll set a dangerous precedent. We need to fix this first, then worry about promotions."

The weight of the situation pressed down on Vivian's shoulders. Somewhere in Crestwood, Adrian Blackwood was moving pieces on a chessboard she couldn't even see.