Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 126

Sure enough, it was Seren's name on the badge.

Once this was confirmed, someone in the livestream quickly snapped a screenshot and sent it straight into the chat.

The comment section exploded instantly.

Anyone paying attention could see what was really going on: that rising starlet had tried to pad her image, passing off someone else's work as her own to cheat her way to the top.

No one expected her to run into the original artist by sheer coincidence.

The public opinion flipped on its head in a split second. Just moments before, Seren's name had been met with a wave of derision—everyone dismissing her as just another pretty face with no substance.

But now, the flood of comments was nothing but praise: Seren was not only talented and highly skilled, but clearly had a sharp mind and emotional intelligence to match.

It was obvious from the start that Seren had tried to give the starlet an out; if the girl had taken it, people would have just assumed she'd grabbed the wrong portfolio by mistake.

But instead, the starlet insisted on sticking to her story, refusing to drop the act, and her carefully constructed image collapsed before everyone's eyes.

Her fanbase vanished from the chat, not daring to make a sound.

Jeannie, watching the livestream, felt her cheeks burning with secondhand embarrassment.

And shock.

That starlet's so-called "work" was actually something Seren had drawn at nine years old.

My God. Was this the kind of gap that existed between people?

When Jeannie was nine, she was still playing in the dirt. Seren, meanwhile, was already producing sketches that left respected art critics speechless.

It was almost frightening.

Once again, Jeannie realized she had underestimated Seren.

Suddenly, she wasn't so sure anymore about all those rumors—maybe Seren hadn't gotten close to Mr. Powers just to marry into money and secure a cushy life after all.

*

Meanwhile.

Top floor of the Starlight Group headquarters, CEO's office.

Sheridan slumped on the office sofa, exhausted after another long day.

His assistant knocked frantically, then hurried in.

Sheridan tugged at his tie in irritation, his voice impatient. "Well? Still no news on Seren?"

For days now, every time he asked, the assistant's answer was always the same: "We haven't been able to locate Miss Bradley."

And that—more than anything—was why Sheridan had been on edge lately.

"Actually, sir—" the assistant cut in quickly.

"We've found her. Miss Bradley is at the filming location for The Talent Gauntlet."

He handed Sheridan his phone.

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