The Heiress They Couldn't Break novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 GJX

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Gianna’s face was so dark it looked like a storm cloud ready to burst.

Finished

Damn it. The livestream comments were blowing up with praise for Amelia–while she was getting roasted as “dumb and petty.”

Her carefully crafted image was crumbling.

Seriously, what the hell.

She clenched her fists so hard her nails dug deep into her palms.

No. She had to find a way to flip this around.

By the time she got back to the rural courtyard, the sun was already setting.

Everyone rushed to cook, eat, and then scatter for free time.

Gianna slipped away after dinner, ducking into the makeshift dressing room and slamming the door.

Her agent, Melissa Dawn, was pacing inside, looking ready to explode.

“Gianna! What the hell are you doing?” She kept her voice low. “The chat is tearing you apart! Bitch, idiot, drama queen- they’re all calling you that!”

She was about to lose her mind.

Her public persona had been spotless. One show, and her reputation was tanking.

Gianna’s expression twisted. “How was I supposed to know that bitch could fake it so well? Back home, Amelia was a total waste of space!”

“What good is complaining now?” Melissa flicked through stats on her tablet, face tight. “Your fans are trying to drown out the hate, but the casual audience already hates you. You need to turn this around–fast.”

“What’s my brother saying?” Gianna asked.

She had no phone on her, and couldn’t contact him.

But Marcelo always had a way.

“Mr. Nygard’s already spoken with the director, but things are getting out of hand. You’ll need to find a way to trip Amelia up yourself, Melissa pressed.

Gianna nodded. “Fine. I’ll keep my eyes open.”

“I can’t stay here too long. I’m leaving,” Melissa said, shoving some snacks and face cream on the way out, worried her client would look wrecked when the show wrapped.

Gianna wolfed down the food, then went back out.

Hmph. She wasn’t about to suffer like the others.

Still, she had to come up with something–fast–to deal with Amelia.

In the Curran Villa.

Jeremy was in his study, a laptop open beside him.

The live broadcast of Heiress Bootcamp was streaming,

Since Amelia joined the show, she’d all but disappeared from his world.

The gap gnawed at him, so this was the only way to keep tabs.

12:38 PM P P .

Chapter 17 GJX

And she hadn’t disappointed.

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The camera panned to her just as she crouched in the yard, coaxing a fire to life. Jeremy casually dropped 20 gala gifts into

the stream.

The screen exploded with special effects.

The chat went insane.

[Holy hell, who’s this sugar daddy?]

[Must be here for Gianna–so romantic!]

[No way, he’s after Amelia. Look, he only sends gifts when the camera’s on her.]

Jeremy’s lips curved with the faintest smile. His long fingers danced over the keys, and another wave of extravagant effects detonated in the chat.

The directors noticed instantly.

“Track that ID!” the assistant director shouted. “That guy’s already dropped over a million!”

Amelia, oblivious, fed wood to the fire, the flames lighting her flawless profile. The comments flared again.

[She looks stunning even while lighting a fire!]

[Another gift! Definitely for Amelia!]

[Gianna’s fuming, hahaha.]

And Gianna was about to lose it.

She stared daggers at the donor list. Every single lavish gift from the mysterious “GJX” account landed squarely on Amelia’s

shots.

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