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Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 369

Chapter 373

"However, you'll never be able to file a countersuit."

Bella felt a shiver run down her spine as she saw how confident Vania was. Her heart began pounding. Wasn't she afraid of me earlier? Why is she different now?

Melanie could tell that Bella's future was already a given.

She did not care about losing the help of Bella, but she could not allow Bella to drag her down as well. She frantically tried to formulate a contingency plan.

Just then, Vania turned to the perplexed host and said politely, "I would like you to help me with something."

The host had been at a loss for quite some time now, so now that Vania was willing to take the lead, he nodded at once. "By all means, ask away."

Vania took her phone out. "Help me connect this to the projector. There's something I'd like to share with everyone."

"Of course, just give me a moment." The host called out to the sound engineers and got everything set up for Vania.

Everyone, including the host, turned their gaze toward the giant screen on stage.

Vania swiftly opened the profile page on a music platform.

The Internet connection was a little slow, so it took a while to refresh.

'Why is she showing us this?'

'Isn't this the platform that Lunastella uses? Her songs were first released here.'

'My guess is that the profile page has a picture of her assistant.'

'Could it be that Vania Greyson is Lunastella's assistant?'

There was no way of knowing how the cogs turned in some of the netizens' heads as they came up with the idea that Vania would be an assistant.

To be fair, a lot of the contestants, judges, and members of the audience had the same thought as well.

Right at that moment, the profile page refreshed and displayed the information for all to see.

There were a few key pieces of information.

Artist Name: Lunastella

Legal Name: Vania Greyson

These two lines were followed by several certificates, as well as a detailed record of all her published works and the awards she won.

There were also platform notices, online comments, and so on. Everything proved that Vania was indeed Lunastella.

Once again, another of Vania's identity was revealed—a songwriting genius with countless awards to her name.

Everyone fell into a state of absolute shock and disbelief.

Melanie clenched her fists at once. It's her again? How many identities does she have? Her gaze was different from everyone else as she scrutinized Vania.

As for Bella, she had broken out in a cold sweat as she chanted to herself, It's all over. It's all over for me.

The online viewers started another round of frenzied comments.

'The great designer, Mia Stravinsky; the advertising guru, Mr. Wright; the songwriting genius, Lunastella; and the president of Galaxy Corporation, Vania Greyson! Are we in some kind of alternate universe where she's actually a goddess?'

'How can anyone be this accomplished? Is it possible for a person to be at the top of so many different fields?'

'Most importantly, she's a stunner too! If she chose to join the entertainment industry, she'd probably earn the title of Sexiest Woman Alive too.'

The online comments were going wild with praises for Vania. No one could be jealous of her as they were all completely floored by her accomplishments.

Hanson's eyes were also full of pride as he gazed at Vania. It was only befitting that the woman he loved was such an amazing person.

Vania caught his gaze, and they gave each other a warm smile.

'If Vania didn't smile at President Luke, I would've forgotten all about him.'

'Now's a good time to add that Vania's man is also one of the GOATs out there. I'm soooooooo jealous of them.'

At last, the host seemed to have found his voice again. He reclaimed control of the room and asked the audience, "Does anyone have anything else they're curious about? Let's ask Ms. Greyson—that is, Lunastella herself, to enlighten us."

"I want to know where the assistant is right now."

"Who on earth gets the vote?"

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