Aurelia Shaw clicked open.
The first thing that caught her eye was—Eleanor Spencer in a red long gown, sweeping the floor with a train over three feet long.
Eleanor’s image was crafted as the gentle and kind maiden type, and the cold, glamorous red outfit clearly clashed with her persona. The photo had too many highlights—the overly luxurious clothes, slightly forced tenderness... making it hard to find the intended focal point.
Aurelia’s deep, dark eyes sparkled with a strange light, her tongue licked her lips, making her rosy lips look fiery and seductive.
She casually curled her lips, her slender beautiful fingers rapidly danced over the keyboard.
Eleanor now can’t compare to her five years later, she’s still too green.
Five years later, Eleanor had already become a queen of cinema, her acting and influence couldn’t be matched. But is there anything more thrilling than nipping an enemy in the cradle?
Thinking about this made the excitement in Aurelia’s veins boil.
Meanwhile in the Forum, her caustic critique incited more followers to join in the commentary.
Having just finished a scene, Eleanor took a break, took the phone from her assistant, and opened the Forum.
Earlier she had sent a photo of herself in costume to the president of her fan club, who surely shared it on the Forum. She was eager to see people praising her.
Eleanor lifted her lips in joy, but in the next second, she was at a loss, her face turning iron blue, she clenched her phone and roared at her assistant, "Ah!!! Who is ’The Reaper’! Get this person out of the Forum right now!"
Aurelia was unaware that her few words nearly pushed Eleanor to the edge; she merely pointed out the flaws in the photo. Her fans were overly worshipping, sharing her photos across major Forums, arrogantly proclaiming her as the top beauty.
This naturally infuriated fans from other factions, wouldn’t they tear into her?
This was clearly a headline begging for backlash, especially considering Eleanor’s fame in this life hadn’t reached the level of her previous life. The few lines she commented were just the spark.
However, the way things unfolded was something Aurelia had anticipated.
Suddenly, the room door was knocked on, and a servant entered.
It’s uncertain if Mrs. Li had a psychological fear of Aurelia; she hadn’t dared appear before Aurelia the last two times either.
The new servant entered with her head down, her eyes nervously darting around.
After Mrs. Li went downstairs this morning, she warned them about how terrible Aurelia was. But without seeing for herself, she felt Mrs. Li’s words were likely untrustworthy; who knew if maybe due to her advanced age she had had a bathroom accident and was just making excuses.
The servant tidied the bowls and was about to leave, when she involuntarily glanced over at Aurelia. Perhaps driven by a hint of curiosity and doubt towards Mrs. Li’s words.
But this casual glance caught Aurelia’s chilling, mysterious eyes. It felt as if you suddenly realized someone was watching your every move from behind all along.
An intense chill raced down her spine, the servant shivered involuntarily, quickly lowered her head, and rushed towards the door with the plates.
At this moment, she felt as if there’s a wild beast chasing her from behind, even the atmosphere of the room turned sinister and terrifying, lest something unholy is lurking inside.
As she hurried to the door, a slightly lazy and clear voice sounded.
Though she meant to leave quickly, her feet instinctively obeyed the command to stop. Not daring to turn back, she asked tremblingly:
"Young Madam, is there anything else you need?"
Her attitude, noticeably more respectful and deferential than when she first entered.
Aurelia didn’t even spare her a glance, tapping the keyboard, asking indifferently: "Where’s Mason Nightshade?"
"The Master went to the company." The servant quickly replied, not daring to slack.
"You may go." Aurelia gave a contemptuous smirk.
Mason remains unchanged as ever, still avoids her like the plague, just as in the past life.
She was worried about encountering him over breakfast; perhaps before she even awoke, he had already left.
Indeed, more than anyone else, he doesn’t want to see her.
Aurelia retracted the coldness in her eyes, fingers quickly typing a few words to send to Viscount Zhou.