The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 733

She felt like she was on the verge of losing my mind, all thanks to Miss Silver Spoon herself. She walked around like she owned the place, but with no real accomplishments or popularity to back it up.

Her last attempt at trending? Total flop. Hardly any original content, and even though she topped the feed, the buzz was barely there. She had to hire bots just to create a fake sense of hype, with barely any real fan interaction.

Even posting a selfie on Twitter only got a handful of comments.

Her team had to buy likes and shares just to keep up appearances.

Fan clubs? What a joke. All of them were managed by her own team—there wasn’t a genuine fan in sight.

And yet, she expected a luxury brand to pick her? Did she think throwing tantrums was her ticket in?

“Tell Penelope that the entertainment industry doesn’t revolve around the ‘Murdoch’ name. Maybe when it does, she can start making those kinds of demands,” I said, my tone a bit sharper than intended.

“Isn’t that a bit too blunt? It might just rub Penelope the wrong way,” Analia replied, a worried frown on her face.

“You can soften it up if you want. But as for the luxury endorsement, forget it. She’s barely clinging to her role in ‘Day Zero’, and now Jennifer has called in sick just to avoid filming. The movie’s reputation is in shambles, and from what we’ve been monitoring, the box office won’t fare any better. Online audiences don’t fall for corporate tricks easily. And as for her 'acting'…,” I stood up, “Birds of a feather flock together. Emma went from being just another agent to deputy director by picking her battles wisely.”

Analia nodded, understanding. “Got it.”

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Meanwhile, over at The Azure Lounge…

“Hughes, can you do me a favor?”

“What do you need?”

“What’s wrong? You seem down,” Emma said, waving her hand in front of his face. “Something happen these past few days?”

Hughes caught Emma’s hand, “No, all’s good.”

He pulled her into his arms, settling her on his lap. “I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“If you’re tired, why not go up and rest?”

“I’d like that. Care to join me?”

Emma pushed against his chest playfully. “Oh, come on, it’s broad daylight. I got enough sleep last night, not like you, working nights and sleeping days.”