They Wanted Her Gone, Now They Kneel by Evelyn Marlowe novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79 The Dreamer’s Identity

Scarlett’s phone began to ring.

She glanced at the caller ID, her expression darkening, then hung up.

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On Luke’s end, an automated voice came through: “Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable…”

He didn’t want to believe what he was seeing. He closed his eyes. Maybe it was just a bad dream.

Colt exhaled a long breath, smiling slightly as he watched their faces tie up like twisted ropes.

Stanley looked like he’d just been hit by lightning. His complexion turned pale as he kept shaking his head.

“No. No, this can’t be right. There’s no way.”

“She can’t be The Dreamer. No way.”

“That hacker you hired must’ve screwed up, Luke. This is bullshit!”

Luke wanted to believe that too. But the hacker he hired ranked in the top five on the dark web. There was no way he’d make such a rookie mistake.

Which meant… Scarlett might really be The Dreamer.

He suddenly remembered.

Back when Scarlett first joined the Joyner family, Stanley’s career was tanking. During a visit to set, Scarlett had spontaneously written ten episodes for a nearby director.

That director had been blown away by the scripts-said they were genius.

In the end, Stanley landed the role of the second male lead. The character was a fan favorite, and he gained millions of followers from that drama alone.

At the time, everyone had chalked it up to a lucky break.

But thinking back now…

That director was notoriously picky and held serious status in the industry. Why would he have paid any attention to someone like Stanley?

Later, The Dreamer started submitting scripts anonymously to major directors-no licensing fees, just one condition: the right to name a specific actor.

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Chapter 79 The Dreamer’s Identity

Stanley had been “randomly” selected again and again.

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Each time, the role fit him like a glove. He barely had to act-just show up and speak, and the audience loved him.

No one ever thought to connect the dots.

But now, it was all adding up. Horrifyingly so.

“No wonder some directors called him The Dreamer’s personal golden boy,” Luke muttered. “So that’s what it was. That’s what it always was.”

Stanley’s face shifted rapidly from green to gray. His hands clenched into fists, the veins. bulging beneath his skin, pulsing with rage.

He refused to believe it.

He refused to believe that the fame he took such pride in had been handed to him by Scarlett.

That the adoptive sister he’d always looked down on was the genius he idolized.

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