Chapter 109
Man, even Remington felt cheesy listening to those words.
The moonlight snuck in through the floor–to–ceiling windows, and a blush quietly crept up
the man’s ears.
He waited for her reply, feeling oddly nervous, but there was dead silence on the other end, “Liz?”
Remington checked his phone and the call had been ended at some point! A shadow fell over his handsome face as he called again. And that was when he realized he’d been blocked again.
Lizetta had been kept up by the commotion and went to bed late. Lucky for her, she didn’t have a side gig the next morning.
Her deep sleep was shattered by Yolanda’s yelling. She opened her eyes to see Yolanda bursting in, phone in hand.
“I’m so pissed! Bitch Evelina can’t go a day without stirring up some drama! Liz, you gotta check this out; you’re trending for all the wrong reasons!”
Lizetta was dragged out of bed and rubbed her eyes as she took the phone. Her undercover Maestro Adagio’s Twitter account had shot up the trending topics.
#Average Talent; Top for Extortion#
With Yolanda guiding her, Lizetta clicked on the trend and quickly caught up with the whole story.
Last night, Evelina posted a short, half–minute video of herself playing the violin under the moonlight.
Her fans went nuts, showering her with praise and asking what piece she was playing because it was just so enchanting.
Soon after, Shirley chimed in to answer the curious fans.
[Don’t bother searching the whole internet, folks. The piece is a special composition bought for 200 grand to serenade a sweetheart by Maestro Adagio, a premiere in the country. Maestro Adagio only granted Eve a one–time play, so if you dig the tune, remember to snag tickets to Eve’s solo concert. Don’t miss out; here’s the link.]
Ever since Evelina returned to the country, she’d been hyping up her romance with Remington, while Shirley, flaunting her Dashiell family heiress status on Twitter with over 3 million followers, had been showing off.
Their frequent exchanges cemented the rumor that Evelina was set to become the young Mrs. Dashiell, earning Evelina a load of shippers.
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This show of love sent the shippers into a frenzy, crying and shouting about their fairy–tale romance. But of course, the critics had to have their say.
[Who’s Maestro Adagio? Some big shot? Never heard of the person! Eve’s the top young violinist out there; playing his tune is a disservice, or what? 200 grand for a single play what kind of scam is that? This is his scheming plans, for sure!]
[Composing music’s a gold mine, huh? Some no–name composer getting 200 grand for one play? Eye–opener!]
[I know that guy, just some random uploading so–called original music online, hardly a composer. Honestly, the talent’s just meh.]
[Guess he knew Eve’s gonna be Mrs. Dashiell and decided to shoot for the moon.]
[Mr. Dashiell adores Eve; he’d pay any price as long as Eve’s happy. Just gouging him for all he’s worth, really leaves a bad taste.]
These voices started a chorus in Evelina’s comment section, and that was when she started following Maestro Adagio’s Twitter and even posted a message.
[Maestro Adagio is super talented, and I adore his style so much I was willing to spend 200 grand for a single play. Also, thank you, Maestro Adagio, for choosing me.]
She seemed humble, and the netizens went even wilder. Thanks to her shoutout, Lizetta’s Twitter was under siege, with her comment section flooded with hate.
“Bitch Evelina definitely did it on purpose! Those initial comments had to be her paid trolls; she’s getting back at you for rejecting her!
She’s stirring up this romance thing, crafting this narrative of Badass Remington being all crazy about her, and now she’s dragging you into it. She must’ve been weaned on barbed wire, her insides all twisted and nasty! Never seen a soul uglier than hers, yuck!”
Yolanda was livid, having gone to war with netizens for what felt like three hundred rounds. But the enemy was too vast; she was fuming mad.
Lizetta was surprisingly chill, her phone’s screen going dark, “Trending, huh? Didn’t your notice my followers jumped by over 200 thousand this morning?”
“But they’re all haters, haters!”
Yolanda’s eyes were red with anger. Lizetta had been building up this alias for five or six years. Mainly focusing on composing and choreography, she consistently churned out at least five original pieces a year, all top–notch.
Not every single one was a smash hit, but she always had a presence on the annual hot. music charts. Her choreography was killer, with some of the hottest pop idols of the past couple of years dancing her moves.
Last year, her series of ancient–style dances caught the eye of Skyward Studios and were
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featured in the hottest ancient–themed mobile game “Immortal Heroes“, sending her alias soaring in fame once again.
She had earned those 5 million followers with pure talent, and that was no small feat!
