Chapter 339

Vivian Hartley stepped into the venue like a breath of fresh spring air. Her emerald silk blouse cascaded like water over her curves, perfectly paired with tailored white jeans that showcased her endless legs. Strappy silver heels completed the look, adding just the right amount of edge to her elegant ensemble. Her raven hair was swept into a chic low bun, secured with a dazzling diamond clip that caught the light with every movement.

Even the professional makeup artist assigned to Cassandra Blake did a double take at Vivian's flawless complexion. While others admired her effortless beauty, Cassandra narrowed her eyes and announced to the crowd, "This is Vivian's first major role with Ivory Phoenix Productions."

"First role?" Murmurs rippled through the gathered guests. A bold voice called out, "But Ivory Phoenix never casts unknowns. Was Ms. Hartley an influencer before this?"

With graceful composure, Vivian responded, "No, I'm completely new to this industry. Please, just call me Vivian."

Julian Montoya quickly came to her defense. "Vivian may be new to some of you, but her talent speaks for itself. She's auditioned for us before." He vaguely referenced Vivian's previous viral moment with Serena Whitmore, unaware that Adrian Blackwood had meticulously erased all traces of that incident online.

The revelation only fueled more speculation. After her initial unsuccessful audition, most assumed she'd been rejected. Now this newcomer was starring in Ivory Phoenix's flagship drama? Her stunning appearance suggested powerful backing.

The atmosphere shifted palpably as admiration turned to skeptical whispers. The tension between Vivian and Cassandra was electric. While Vivian's patron remained unknown, everyone knew Cassandra enjoyed Adrian Blackwood's favor, and the director had explicit orders to give her special treatment. The room quickly chose sides.

Two late arrivals caused a commotion, prompting the overwhelmed makeup artist to tell Vivian, "We're fully booked now. You'll have to do your own makeup - the supplies are over there."

Julian's face darkened, but Vivian gently tugged his sleeve and shook her head, silently urging restraint.

As the event began, the host announced an icebreaker: "Let's have each guest call a close friend to join our live broadcast - either in person or via video!"

"I'll go first," Cassandra declared, throwing a challenging glance at Vivian.

The host played along. "Who will our lovely Cassandra call? I remember her first co-star was that famous pop singer. Could it be him?"

"Cassandra was huge online before acting," someone whispered excitedly. "Maybe she'll get that top streamer to join?"

Cassandra smirked mysteriously and tapped her phone. The massive screen lit up with a familiar face.

"It's Serena Whitmore!"

Gasps filled the room.

The camera zoomed in on Vivian's reaction as her composed expression faltered for just a heartbeat before she schooled her features into perfect neutrality.

Serena's polished voice rang out through the speakers. "Hello darling! Are you finally ready to admit I was right about everything?"

The tension in the room became almost tangible as all eyes darted between the two women on screen and the elegant newcomer standing frozen near the makeup station. Vivian's fingers tightened imperceptibly around her clutch, her knuckles turning white beneath her flawless manicure.

Julian moved closer, his protective stance speaking volumes. But it was the flicker of something unreadable in Vivian's eyes that truly captured the audience's attention - a fleeting glimpse of steel beneath the poised exterior.

The game had just begun.