The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 357

**Title: Broken by Destiny by George Orwell**
**Chapter 357: Rumors and Gossip**

Selena found herself inundated with an avalanche of gigs and collaborations that seemed to multiply by the hour. It was as if the universe conspired to keep her perpetually busy, leaving her with scarcely a moment to catch her breath. The whirlwind of activity was exhilarating yet exhausting, and she often wondered how long she could sustain such a frenetic pace.

At the same time, Amelia was laser-focused on the Nygard Group, her mind a whirlwind of strategy and suspicion. She was diligently sifting through the layers of the organization, identifying hidden threats lurking within its walls, one by one. But the most significant mole, the one that could potentially unravel everything, remained elusive, tantalizingly out of reach.

Within the confines of the Nygard Group, Amelia wore her skepticism like armor. No matter how trustworthy someone appeared on the surface, she never allowed herself to let her guard down completely. The entertainment industry was a treacherous landscape, and she had learned the hard way that appearances could be deceiving. This was why she had turned down any entertainment jobs recently; every ounce of her energy was devoted to safeguarding the company.

Nevertheless, she was not idle. Amelia continued scouting for fresh talent, tirelessly training a diverse array of artists, and expanding the roster. It was a strategic move, one that acknowledged the industry’s rapid evolution. Stars could rise and fall in the blink of an eye, and she was determined to stay ahead of the game.

Recently, Patience had unearthed a handful of promising young heartthrobs for the company. They were not just talented; they were strikingly handsome, brimming with charisma and vitality—the kind of allure that could captivate both teenagers and older fans alike.

“Amelia, when are you going to meet the new guys I found? They are absolutely stunning!” Patience exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Honestly, after spending time with them, I almost feel tempted to pull a casting-couch scheme,” she added with a playful grin.

Amelia fell silent, her expression shifting as she processed the gravity of Patience’s words.

Okay, that was a bit over the top, she thought, a flicker of annoyance igniting within her.

Noticing Amelia’s contemplative silence, Patience continued, her voice animated, “I’m serious! Their skin is so soft and fair, they look like they just stepped out of a magazine.”

A slight twitch at the corners of Amelia’s lips betrayed her amusement. The way Patience described it made the company sound like a dubious trap for unsuspecting young men, a thought that made her chuckle inwardly.

“Let’s keep that on the down-low, alright? If it leaks out, people will think we’re up to something unsavory,” Amelia cautioned, her tone serious.

But fate had other plans.

That little jest quickly spiraled out of control.

Just after Amelia had met with the recruits, exchanging pleasantries and smiles, a paparazzo lurking nearby captured the moment on camera.

In no time at all, rumors began to swirl, igniting like wildfire across the media landscape. Whispers of a “casting couch” scandal and insinuations about the “boss getting cozy with young artists” spread like an uncontrollable blaze.

The following day, every entertainment outlet was ablaze with sensational headlines. “Female CEO of Nygard Group Runs Casting Couch” and “Amelia’s Relationship with New Artists Is Suspicious” screamed from every corner of the news cycle.

This current mess was merely a blip on her radar.

“Just keep guiding them. Give them opportunities to showcase their talent. Let them participate in variety shows and test the waters,” she instructed, her tone resolute.

As was her custom, Amelia kept things straightforward. This time, she wouldn’t be the one to step into the spotlight—there were larger fires that demanded her attention.

“Alright, I’ll take care of it,” Patience replied, falling into step beside Amelia as they made their way toward the exit.

Their conversation flowed easily as they walked, Patience gearing up to suggest lunch, a chance to vent and laugh off the absurdity of the “casting couch” scandal.

But before she could voice her thoughts, her gaze fell upon an extravagant, limited-edition car parked prominently at the entrance. The license plate was a series of eights, a combination that screamed luxury and exclusivity.

“Amelia, wait a second. Something just hit me. I’ve got to run. Bye!” With that, she bolted away, her heart racing.

Amelia watched her friend rush off, recognizing the unmistakable vehicle and its owner immediately.