"What kind of monsters would do that to their own child?" Eleanor Quinn sobbed, wiping her eyes with a tissue. She had made a point to watch the broadcast, sitting alongside Rachel, who quietly filled in the harrowing details of that night.
Elsewhere, the Mercer brothers and Lacey were also glued to their screens.
The memories were a source of crushing shame. When Mira had been thrown out, her brothers hadn't been physically present, but they had spent years acting as Mara Mercer's vicious enforcers. Looking back, they couldn't fathom how aggressively stupid they had been, completely blinded by Mara's manipulative lies. It was no wonder Mira wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. They deserved every ounce of her contempt.
Meanwhile, Mira's classmates, friends, and legions of fans watched with bated breath, desperate to uncover the grueling reality behind her meteoric rise.
"Could you share what exactly triggered the fallout?" Clara asked gently.
"It's in the past, and I'd rather leave it there," Mira replied. The truth involved Mara Mercer, which inevitably led to The Vane Syndicate, a subject completely unsuitable for national television. Opening that Pandora's box would only invite endless, dangerous scrutiny. Furthermore, the issues with Lacey and Adrian Mercer were firmly resolved; they had paid the price for their actions, and dredging it up served no purpose.
"So, pushed into a corner by survival, you had to find a way to make money," Jasper deduced.
"It was much more desperate than that. I attended an elite prep school, and the annual tuition was hundreds of thousands of dollars. The bill was due right after the summer break. As an underage high schooler, there wasn't a single normal job on the planet that would let me earn that kind of cash in two months."
"Which led you to launch a business," Clara said, awestruck.
"Exactly. I've always had a strong affinity for the arts. If I signed with an existing agency, as a complete unknown, they would have paid me pennies. On top of that, I had to outmaneuver the Mercer family, who would have aggressively blacklisted me everywhere. Starting my own company was my only viable play."
"But you were entirely broke. How did you get the capital?"


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