A Fake Heiress’s Guide to Love and Power novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371

Chapter 371

They split into two groups: Cole and Alessia headed to A&C

Entertainment, while Queenie and the others made their way to the exhibition hall.

No matter how chaotic the world outside became, none of them let it shake their composure. Each focused on what needed to be done, sticking to the plan.

Cole drove Alessia to A&C Entertainment. The parking lot entrance was swarmed with reporters, though none could get past the gate without access cards. The moment they spotted the car, the press surged forward, nearly throwing themselves at the vehicle. Fortunately, the windows were tinted for privacy, so no one could see inside.

Seeing the commotion, security rushed in to clear a path, holding the crowd at bay and giving Cole and Alessia some space.

Cole didn’t move to get out right away. Instead, he pulled out a face mask and gently helped Alessia put it on..

Alessia didn’t say a word. Her eyes were bright and clear, a soft smile dancing in them as she watched Cole.

“Let’s go,” he said quietly. Mask in place, he pressed a light kiss to her lips, then pulled a hat from the back seat and placed it on her head.

She nodded, and together they stepped out of the car, both masked.

The reporters, seeing them emerge, immediately broke through the line of security, cameras flashing furiously. The barrage of questions and the oppressive crowd made it impossible not to frown.

“Are you here to address the latest rumors?”

“Is it true you lived with Tristan when you were underage?”

“There are claims you’ve been supporting Tristan financially and seeing more than one person at a time. Any comment?”

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“What’s your response to the rumors about your fiancée Alessia and superstar Tristan?”

One question after another was hurled at them, microphones shoved almost into their faces. Cole and Alessia, fingers tightly interlaced, walked steadily through the onslaught, guided by security toward the

elevators.

Cole swiped his key card. The elevator doors slid open promptly.

They stepped inside quickly. Only when the doors closed behind them did the world fall blessedly silent.

It wasn’t that they refused to respond. They both knew the reporters didn’t really care about the truth. You gave them one statement, and they’d splice it ten different ways-by the time it aired, fact and fiction would be hopelessly tangled.

Upstairs, Lillian was waiting by the elevator.

“Public Relations and the Communications team are already in the conference room,” she reported.

Alessia nodded, pulling off her mask and hat. Her hair tumbled down, still holding its shape despite days of little sleep. Even without a trace of makeup, you’d never guess she’d been running on empty.

She wore a comfortable, casual outfit, yet standing among the sharply dressed staff, her presence was undeniable-she didn’t need the trappings to command a room.

“Ms. Morton, Mr. Whitley.” Everyone rose as she entered.

Alessia gave a small waye, signaling them to sit, and she and Cole took their seats at the head of the table.

“Let’s hear the current status,” Alessia began, wasting no time on pleasantries.

“We responded quickly, so public opinion is still manageable. Many fans are standing up for you on their own. We’ve reached out to Tristan’s major

fan groups, and they’re actively helping with damage control. However,

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the other side has hired a lot of fake accounts to muddy the waters and bring up the underage angle. So, from a bystander’s perspective, things don’t look great.”

“What about endorsements and the stock price?” Alessia asked.

“We’ve been in contact with our partners. No one’s looking to terminate contracts right now, but they’re pushing for a quick resolution. The stock took a dip but stabilized pretty fast-no crash.”

“Any solutions on the table?” Alessia glanced through the documents in her hands.

“The main issue is that the photos in question are genuine. Do you have any other images or evidence that could help clarify things?”

Alessia frowned. “No.”

She’d never been one to document her private life, and what had happened didn’t seem worth recording at the time.

They really had shared an apartment with Tristan, but it was only for two days-and only to fit a tight schedule. Vera Leigh, Lillian, and Cole had all dropped by at various times.

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