The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 694

Joshua was always quick on his feet—a fountain of ideas, really.

Rachel’s eyes lit up. “Joshua, what are you thinking? Tell me!”

Joshua replied, “There’s nothing I can do about the live competition itself. That’s all on you. But when it comes to the livestream, I can make your numbers look a whole lot better.”

Rachel immediately understood what he meant. “Wait… you want to boost my stats?”

She felt a pang of discomfort. Sure, she’d seen numbers be “helped along” before—Haynes O’Brien and Jasper Wilkinson had both poured money and resources into her career to drum up real fans for her when she was starting out. But that had felt genuine; those were actual people, supporters who cared.

What Joshua was suggesting felt different. This was smoke and mirrors—an illusion of popularity. No one wants a fake crowd. The thought of performing for an army of bots made Rachel uneasy.

Sensing her hesitation, Joshua added, “Look, I can put money into promoting your stream. That way, you’ll have a shot at attracting real fans yourself. But I can’t guarantee you’ll beat Stella.”

Rachel fell silent.

The competition had already started. Even if she threw money at publicity, there was no guarantee she could outdo Stella. Building a following the right way took time—and time was the one thing she didn’t have. Joshua’s way was fast, almost dangerously so.

She made up her mind. “Alright. Let’s do it your way.”

Joshua asked, “Anything else you need?”

Rachel hesitated. “Joshua… is there any chance you could get to the judges?”

He chuckled softly. “Rachel, I’m not from Novaris, and this is Haynes’s territory. That’s out of my league. Maybe you should ask Haynes himself? If anyone could pull it off, it’s him.”

Now there was Stella—gorgeous, gifted, practically born for the stage. In music, the eyes matter as much as the ears.

As Stella exited, Rachel took the stage.

Her piece was a classic—“Longing for Liberty.” Just as demanding as “Moonlight” or “Moonlight Bay,” but with a different spirit. Where Stella’s performance radiated calm serenity, Rachel’s was wild and bold—a surge of unrestrained passion.

Abby Murphy, watching from the audience, couldn’t help but comment, “I’m surprised—Rachel’s actually playing it straight. I thought for sure she’d pull some stunt.”

Antoney gave a cold, dismissive smile. “This is the real deal. No one here’s going to indulge her. If she messes up, Star wins by default. Sure, maybe the home competitions would give her another shot. But up against international contenders? If she keeps screwing up, who’s going to let her start over?”

He shook his head. “No matter how talented she is, no team wants someone who can’t keep it together.”