"That is to say, not only in the entertainment circle—no matter what industry she gets involved in, she won't be hired. The party responsible is very powerful, and I couldn't find out who it is." Although he didn't find out, it wasn't hard to guess who could've done it, though he really hoped his guess wasn't right. Compared to that man, he was just too far beneath… "Her ID is also banned from leaving Q City. Other than staying here, she can't go anywhere now. But, the other side did leave her a way out…" It's just, for a woman, that way out was hardly a good thing. Hadrian Turner felt no sympathy for Vianne Collins, because she wasn't worth it. Back then, out of jealousy toward Aurelia Shaw, she'd nearly forced Aurelia into a relationship with scum like Hadriel Wilson; later, she even helped Hadriel smear Aurelia's name, and just days ago she tried to ruin her again. A dangerous person like her—he absolutely couldn't let her linger around Aurelia any longer. "Forget about her," Aurelia replied, but soon, Hadrian Turner's next message made her raise her eyebrows in mild surprise. "It's not just Vianne Collins—I found a few others have disappeared from their own industries, for example—" Updates are released by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩 The names that followed were all too familiar; every one of them had slandered her, insulted her, attacked her, told her to get out of campus, get out of Q City, even driven her to the brink of death. Aurelia unconsciously touched her wrist. Thanks to cosmetic surgery the scar was now almost invisible, but the pain from cutting it back then—she could still recall it vividly, as if it had just happened yesterday. That was the beginning of her suffering, and now, the man who once caused her that pain—now, he had taken revenge for her. Fate, sometimes, really is impossible to predict. She took out her phone, found the number she used to know by heart—"I want to keep Eliza Fletcher in the cast." The other party replied quickly. "You have shares in Chuan Entertainment, and with my investment in the script, you also have a say. If you want to keep her, keep her." Aurelia didn't reply. She tossed her phone to the side, took a shower, didn't bother with her hair, went straight to bed, set the air conditioning to the right temperature, and lay down to sleep. A day later, Hadriel Wilson's location was found by Mason Nightshade. Blood was everywhere. He lay naked in a pool of it, covered in red-purple bruises, somehow hanging onto life. No one knew why he was holding on so stubbornly. If it were anyone else, after all that, they'd have killed themselves by now. "Fuck, this bastard's still alive!" Gustavo Yates exclaimed in shock. He kicked him and sneered, "Is he still holding a grudge against the Young Madam, hoping for a shot at revenge or something?" When Mason Nightshade heard this, a cold glint flashed beneath his dark eyes. He curled his lips into a chilly smile. "He thinks I'd ever give him that kind of chance?" At that, Gustavo Yates's eyes lit up. He pulled a military knife he hadn't used in ages from his coat. "Boss, let me take care of him. This bastard's ruined so many students over the years—he deserves to die and worse. I haven't done this in a long time; let me get some practice." Mason kicked him in the ass. "You're actually interested in a man about to die—look at your sorry ambition." Gustavo Yates scratched his head. It wasn't like he wanted this. Back then, after leaving the army with his boss, he went from orderly to private secretary—he hadn't handled knives or guns in years. It was fine before, but these days, seeing Junia Simpson and Grayson Quinn so often, it made him itch to get back in action. "No one touches him," Mason Nightshade said. "Not only that, he has to be kept alive."