“Thank you, this remedy really worked.” Rosamund’s eyes softened, brimming with gratitude.
“I’m glad to hear it.” Gregory was genuinely pleased to have helped such a beautiful woman.
Rosamund glanced at the script in his hand and smiled. “Weren’t we going to rehearse? I’m ready whenever you are.”
The set was bustling with crew members, but no one paid them much attention—everyone had grown used to it by now.
It wasn’t that people weren’t curious; it was just that the dynamic between the two leads was refreshingly open. After all this time filming together, no one had ever seen them sneak into each other’s dressing rooms. If Gregory—whose mixed heritage had earned him the label of “the ABC leading man”—needed help understanding a line or wanted to run a scene with Rosamund, they always did it out in the open, never using these moments as an excuse to slip away for something more private.
Even the most dedicated gossipmongers couldn’t find anything to latch onto.
So, instead of salacious rumors, what spread through the crew were stories of Rosamund’s professionalism and kindness—nothing but praise.
Online, all the buzz revolved around the film adaptation. The TV series version of Sudden Dawn attracted some attention, but the entire production had been keeping a low profile from day one—no promotional stunts from the director or the cast.
The real headlines lately belonged to STAR, the author of both the movie and TV series. Once again, STAR’s name was trending.
Rumors were swirling online that STAR wasn’t a single writer but a team, a collective masked by a single pseudonym.
Whispers like this had surfaced before over the years, but never with such force. Now, thousands of users were flooding STAR’s Twitter with questions, and even the Editorial Department’s official accounts were being bombarded.
The controversy was spreading fast. The Editorial Department had to release an official statement to squash the rumors, but no one seemed to believe it. After all, in all these years, STAR had never made a public appearance—not even a single photo. The air of mystery was tantalizing, made people curious, and inevitably led to suspicions about what was really being hidden.
Beasley, of course, was paying close attention.
He’d already ordered his people to trace whoever was fueling this frenzy and deliberately stirring up the debate.
Xander hesitated, “We haven’t managed to track down Bernard himself yet, so we don’t know his motive.”
Bernard wasn’t just anybody. The Wilson family ran both legitimate and shady businesses all over Kingston City. Xander remembered clearly that, when Beasley had first taken over the company, he’d gone head-to-head with the Wilsons over a major deal.
Naturally, the Wilsons lost—there was never any doubt about that.
But even if Bernard held a grudge against Beasley, what did that have to do with STAR?
Whether STAR was a single person or not didn’t matter to Windsor & Co. It had no bearing on the movies or TV series they were funding, which made Bernard’s motivation all the more mysterious.
Maybe, Xander thought, this was just a personal vendetta between Bernard and STAR.

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