Hazel Sinclair went viral, and when netizens dug up her identity, the internet exploded.
Netizens flocked to the comments section of Hazel Sinclair’s video, many expressing their disbelief.
[The person who almost got hit is a lady from the Sinclair Family? The dazzling piano prodigy has fallen so far that she has to become a social media influencer?]
[What! Is she the beauty who once played "Croatian Rhapsody" at The Laurentia Golden Hall?]
[Her name is Hazel Sinclair. She’s skilled at the piano and violin, graduated from a prestigious overseas university, and performed many times. Then, six months ago, she suddenly vanished from the public eye. Rumors started spreading that her husband went bankrupt and her quality of life plummeted. I thought it was fake, but I guess it’s true.]
[Damn, I can’t stand to see a formerly radiant beauty fall to this level.]
Hazel Sinclair read the comments and scratched her head. ’What in the world is this "Croatian Rhapsody"?’
She’d never even heard of it.
Curious, Hazel Sinclair looked it up. The original owner of her body was sitting at a piano, dressed in an elegant and beautiful gown, her long, slender fingers dancing across the black and white keys.
’This piece is beautiful.’
’But there’s no way I can play it.’
"Dinner’s ready," Leon Sterling’s voice called out, and Hazel Sinclair immediately pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind.
Sitting at the dining table, she picked up her chopsticks and looked at the dishes before her, a huge smile spreading across her face.
They were all her favorite foods.
"You’re the best," Hazel Sinclair praised.
"Mm," Leon Sterling acknowledged, passing her the fruit.
"Next time something like that happens, don’t get involved. You’re the one who will get hurt," Leon Sterling reminded her.
"But I was so mad," Hazel Sinclair said, indignant. "I didn’t want to get involved either, but the things he was yelling were just too vile."
"Then you could have had her come down and handle it herself."
Hazel Sinclair thought for a moment. ’Okay, he’s right. I didn’t think it through.’
"Alright, I’ll stay far away from men like that next time," Hazel Sinclair told him.
After they finished dinner, Hazel Sinclair went to take a shower. Just as Leon Sterling was about to get busy with other things, he received a call from the police.
The officer asked him why he had hit someone and what the reason was.
Leon Sterling said seriously, "He was about to hit my wife. That’s why I hit him."
"My wife is covered in scrapes, all because of him."
Once the police understood the situation, and with Evelyn Kendrick smoothing things over, they gave him a verbal warning and hung up.
After her shower, Hazel Sinclair lay in bed and continued scrolling through her phone, personally oblivious to the fact that she had gone viral because of the incident.
She had no idea and was still busy watching videos of handsome guys and beautiful girls.
Vincent Hawthorne, just released from prison, watched Hazel Sinclair’s video on the app, his hands slowly clenching into fists.
’I will make that couple pay.’
After that incident, not only did he fail to establish a foothold in Veridia, but he also ended up offending several people.
Orders plummeted, and the entire company’s sales were going downhill.
How long had it been since Leon Sterling left? A once-thriving company had been reduced to this. It just went to show that he had absolutely no talent for business.
But Vincent Hawthorne refused to admit it. ’It must have been Leon Sterling. He must have sabotaged the company before he left, causing it to end up like this.’
Back home, he pulled up a contact and composed a message.
[Mrs. Zane, you can watch him day and night, but you can’t stop someone from seducing your husband.]
[Image]
The picture was an AI-generated fake Vincent Hawthorne had made, showing Hazel Sinclair and Director Zane drinking together, their eyes locked.
Mrs. Zane was a brainless woman; she wouldn’t even think to question whether the picture was real or fake.
This Mrs. Zane was notorious in their circle for being extremely possessive. Everyone knew how tightly she controlled her husband. If any woman so much as chatted with him, she would hunt that woman down and unleash a torrent of verbal abuse.
The viler, the better.
’Hazel Sinclair, you took my money and didn’t do the job. Just you wait.’
Vincent Hawthorne exited the chat screen, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
「The next day」
Hazel Sinclair went to work in a casual outfit.
As she walked into the livestreaming studio, the eyes of the supervisor and the other streamers were all on her.
Hazel Sinclair smiled and greeted them, "Morning."
"Morning," the supervisor replied, then asked, "You’ve gone viral, you know that?"
"Huh?" Hazel Sinclair shook her head. ’I’m viral?’
"I had no idea."
They took out their phones to show her. The video on her side account had over a million likes, and the one posted by the bystander had over eight hundred thousand.
"Why don’t you join our livestream today?" the supervisor said, not wanting to let this popularity go to waste.
"Sure," Hazel Sinclair agreed with a nod.
Once everything was ready, Hazel Sinclair joined the streamer and started the broadcast. The moment she appeared, the viewer traffic shot up.
The stream, which usually only had a few hundred viewers, now had two thousand, which shocked the supervisor.
With so many new people flooding in, the streamer got nervous and her words became a little clumsy.
But Hazel Sinclair wasn’t flustered at all. She held up the skincare product and began her presentation, deftly weaving in answers to the netizens’ questions.
"What can I do? A girl’s gotta make a living."
"My husband is really busy, too. He’s working hard on his startup to give me a better life."
"The scrapes on my body don’t hurt."
"Thank you all for your concern. As for playing the piano, I’ll think about it."
In her office, Evelyn Kendrick watched the livestream. Even the Sinclairs had joined the stream to watch her.
Simon Sinclair even gifted enough to put himself in the number one spot on the leaderboard.
No one knew who was in the second and third spots, but Hazel Sinclair’s appearance made the livestream’s sales soar.
Mrs. Zane barged into an office, and the moment she entered, she heard a sweet female voice say, "Thank you, big bro, for the ’Eternal Love’ gift."
Hearing this voice, Mrs. Zane frowned. She strode over, snatched the phone from Director Zane’s hand, and looked down to see he was watching Hazel Sinclair’s livestream.
Her expression instantly turned ugly.
’It seems that person was right. This little slut actually dares to seduce my man.’
Director Zane looked at her and asked wearily, "What are you doing at the company?"
"Are you secretly seeing another woman behind my back?" Mrs. Zane demanded, grabbing him by the collar.
"Can’t you change that paranoid personality of yours? I’m not seeing another woman!" Director Zane said impatiently.
"Then why are you watching this slut’s livestream?" Mrs. Zane demanded, pointing at the phone screen. "You even sent her gifts! Enough to get you to the number two spot!"
Questioned like this, Director Zane felt a flicker of guilt for a moment, but he quickly became defiant.
"What are you thinking? I was planning to buy a set of skincare products for you. I only tipped her because she answered all of my questions one by one."
Hearing this, Mrs. Zane sneered, "Then did you place an order?"