True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Amber awoke with a sense of unease, her reflection in the mirror confirming that her complexion had taken a turn for the worse. It was a clear side effect of her dwindling popularity, a currency more valuable than gold in her social circle.

With the start of college just over a month away, she knew she had to regain her lost charm. Nothing less than perfection would suffice for her debut into university life.

She considered her options. Springer, with his unpredictable mood swings, was not an ideal target for a quick turnaround. Cutler, the most approachable of the lot, had left for Nystone City, leaving her with only one viable option – Hobson.

As luck would have it, Hobson’s birthday was just around the corner. Amber decided to leverage this golden opportunity to win back his favor.

With a burst of determination, she applied a light, natural–looking makeup and headed downstairs, planning to subtly inquire about Hobson’s latest desires under the guise of scouting for his birthday gift. It was a strategy that often worked wonders with men, far more effective than blunt questions.

Humming to herself, she made her way to the dining room where she spotted Hobson, greeting him with her usual radiant smile. “Morning!”

Grace personified, she maintained her image as the ever–warm presence in the household.

Hobson, oblivious to Amber’s troubles, nodded in acknowledgment while instructing the staff to set the breakfast table.

Amber’s eyes lit up at the sight of the morning spread. “Isn’t this from Brioche Brew?” she remarked with a spark of recognition. “I thought they didn’t do deliveries.”

Puffing up slightly, Hobson replied, “Got tired of the same old breakfast routine, so I sent Bonita out to Brioche Brew this morning.”

At the mention of Bonita, Amber’s smile widened, noticing a small dish of cinnamon rolls – her favorite – sitting on the table. She remembered mentioning once how much she liked them, and it warmed her heart that Hobson had remembered and made the effort to have them brought in early.

Before she could reach for a roll, Hobson nonchalantly slid the dish away from her towards the door. He coughed lightly to catch the attention of a newcomer who had just walked in.

“Winnie,” he called out, “I had someone bring in breakfast from Brioche Brew. Why don’t you come over and try it? Their cinnamon rolls are especially popular; they’re usually sold out in no

time.”

The room fell into an awkward silence. Amber was mystified – since when had Hobson and Winnie been on such friendly terms? She remembered a recent spat over some silly prank. And now, he was inviting her for breakfast?

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Amber et as it she had missed a crucial episode in a soap opera. Her grip on the situation – and perhaps even on Hobson–seemed to be slipping away.

As Winnie approached, seeming confused herself. Hobson pushed the dish of cinnamon rolls toward her. Yet Wimme ignored the gesture and made herself a bowl of oatmeal, her refusal

clear and unspoken.

Hobson, visibly frustrated by her rejection and desperate to win her favor for that personal request involving a custom crystal caring, swallowed his pride and temper.

The dining room was thick with tension when suddenly the sound of footsteps thundered from upstars. Springer descended, chore in hand, and made a beeline for Winnie, a mischievous twinkte in his eve

“Winnie, die you see the trending news? Ghostly Guidance just announced that Mae is leaving the show. Looks like you won’t have to deal with her on the next episode!” He showed her the Screen, Carey containing his glee

Mae’s departure was significant news for the household. given Winnie’s involvement in the stow.. Hobson, seizing the cocortunity for conversation, chimed in. “Is that the same Mae who Insinuated that Minnie was being kept by someone?”

Springer and Winnie turned to him in unison, expressions of disbelief painted on their faces.

Scringer exasperated advised. “Hocson, if you can’t say something nice, maybe don’t say anytime at all.”

Hatson stung by the critique, especially coming from his younger cousin, bristled silently.

Amber thought that the two brothers from the Bryant family were crazy!

Before they used to follow her around and flatter her, but at that time, even though she was right there in person, they only had eyes for Winnie!

Mee was facing her own turmoil custed from the Ghostly Guidance show, abandoned by her agem and comcary, leaving her to navigate the backlash alone. She cursed under her breath.

Mee was almost trembling with anger as she locked at the announcement from the Ghostly Suidance croduction team

After leaving the team. She realized she had done something foolish. Who would have thought that Winnie was actually the heiress of the Bright Group? She locked so ordinary. There were hardly any branded items on her, especially given her interest in metaphysics and such esoteric mamers.

Which heiress would fancy this sort of thing? And what’s with enrolling in a Supernatural Department, anyway?

Mae had a hunch that the production team had been aware of Winnie’s identity from the get–go. which explained the VIP treatment she seemed to get ever since the show started.

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And nobody bothered to clue her in.

Had they just told her Winnie came from an influential background, she wouldn’t have made those ambiguous comments on the show…

She’d been regretting her departure from the show since yesterday, but no matter how she tried to explain to her agent that she wanted to make amends with Winnie, the agent seemed disinterested and even took away her Twitter access. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Mae knew it was all because of the cease and desist letters from the Bright Group and Starfall Entertainment.

Who would’ve thought Winnie and her family would play hardball over a few jokes and a photo? Was there really a need to make such a fuss with legal threats?

Mae thought laying low at her company’s request was punishment enough.

But little did she know, behind her back, the company had already terminated her contract with the show!

They didn’t even give her a heads–up!

They just went ahead and posted an announcement online.

Mae felt like the show had stomped all over her reputation, and she woke up grinding her teeth in rage, “Just because Winnie comes from a good family, they’re all scared of the Bryant clan, so they step on me… What’s the big deal, do they think I’ll just roll over?”

Fuming, Mae grabbed her assistant by the arm and ordered, “Go, get on the internet and spread the word that I was forced out. Say the show was sucking up to heiress Winnie and

deliberately sidelined me!”