Ch. 275: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 275

Chapter 275

The runway event was bustling with reporters, and Norah and Emani weren’t the only ones there. In today’s fast-paced digital age, everyone raced to be the first to break news, knowing that speed and accuracy determined ratings and audience engagement.

Though the fashion show wasn’t headline material, it was being live-streamed, and all the media outlets were vying for the initial wave of online traffic.

The models had already started walking down the runway, and a few celebrities were seated in the infield. Norah, scanning the venue for the best angles to snap photos, was interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Ms. White.”

She turned to find Sasha standing behind her. Surprised, Norah glanced around at the staff and nearby stars before addressing her.

“Miss Gibson, why are you here?”

Sasha, ever approachable, smiled. “You can just call me Sasha.”

Norah, though caught off guard, still liked Sasha and replied, “This section is crowded with staff. You should head back to the infield. If you stay here, you might end up in some awkward shots.”

Norah knew firsthand how relentless reporters could be. A celebrity like Sasha venturing into this area was bound to attract unwanted attention.

Sasha, however, seemed unconcerned. She glanced at the reporters, who were preoccupied with capturing bigger stars, and shrugged. “Do you think anyone here is interested in me?”

Norah followed her gaze. True enough, all cameras were either trained on the runway or on the more prominent celebrities. Only then did she understand—Sasha’s fame had dimmed in comparison to her earlier years.

Sasha’s assistant chimed in, frustration evident. “Ever since Miss Gibson played the supporting role to Bianca, her popularity has been on a steady decline. Meanwhile, Bianca’s career is thriving. Miss Gibson has refused roles that don’t meet her standards, but now she’s practically shelved.”

Norah glanced at Sasha, whose serene smile hadn’t faltered. Despite her assistant’s clear anxiety about her fading stardom, Sasha remained calm and poised.

Sasha turned to Norah, switching the topic. “I remember you used to be with Mr. Edwards. Did you switch careers?”

Norah nodded. “Yes, I’m a reporter now.”

Before Sasha could respond, a commotion broke out nearby.

“Make way! Ms. Lynch is coming through!”

Bianca, dressed as extravagantly as ever, emerged from the backstage area, surrounded by a swarm of assistants. Even though her fame had dwindled somewhat, her entourage remained as ostentatious as before.

Despite the negative press Bianca had been receiving, her presence was electric. Reporters scrambled to capture every move she made, proving that controversy could still draw significant attention.

Sasha’s assistant couldn’t hide her disdain, but Sasha gracefully stepped aside to make room.

Norah watched as Bianca navigated the chaos effortlessly. Her every move was calculated, from her subtle gestures to the way she angled her face for the cameras. Even under scrutiny, she managed to maintain her flawless image.

“Bianca, over here!” called a photographer from a renowned magazine.

Bianca’s sharp instincts kicked in. Recognizing the magazine’s reputation, she cast a fleeting but perfectly poised glance toward the lens.

Norah couldn’t help but admire Bianca’s resilience. Despite her tarnished reputation, Bianca had mastered the art of staying relevant. In contrast, Sasha’s integrity and refusal to compromise on roles had left her in a precarious position.

“You have talent, Sasha,” Norah said, turning to her. “Your acting is phenomenal, and you don’t follow the herd. It’s rare to see someone like you these days. I truly believe your time will come.”

Sasha’s eyes softened at the compliment. “Thank you, Reporter Norah. That means a lot to me.”

She handed Norah a business card. “My fame might not be what it once was, but if you ever need help with work, just let me know.”

Norah accepted the card with a small smile. Sasha’s cool exterior belied a warm, genuine heart.

“Ma’am.”

The voice startled Norah, and she turned to see Kian approaching her. Relief washed over her when she noticed Kevin wasn’t with him.

“Kian, why are you here?”

Kian held up a bag. “Mr. Edwards asked me to bring this to you. He doesn’t want you overworking yourself.”

From the bag, he pulled out a bottle of hot milk. “He said this is your favorite.”

Norah stared at the milk, her lips tightening slightly.

Sasha, noticing the exchange but choosing to remain discreet, nodded politely. “I’ll head inside. Let’s talk another time.”

As Sasha left, Norah turned back to Kian. “I’m working right now.”

Kian remained unfazed. “Mr. Edwards knows how dedicated you are and wanted to remind you to take care of yourself. He’s also concerned about the baby.”

At the mention of her pregnancy, Norah instinctively touched her stomach. Not wanting Kian to linger and draw attention, she accepted the milk. “Fine. I’ll drink it.”

Unbeknownst to Norah, Bianca had been watching the interaction from a distance. Her sharp eyes narrowed as she processed the scene.

Seeing Kian’s attentive care toward Norah, Bianca’s jealousy flared. She recognized the brand of milk immediately—Kevin’s preferred choice during high school. It wasn’t a coincidence. Kevin’s lingering affection for Norah was undeniable.

Her gaze darkened further when she saw Norah’s hand rest protectively on her belly. Realization dawned: Norah was pregnant, and the child was most likely Kevin’s.

Fury simmered beneath Bianca’s composed exterior. If she couldn’t have Kevin, there was no way she’d let Norah keep him—or his child.

Bianca retreated to the lounge, where she sat alone, seething. After a moment, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number at the top of her contact list.

When the call connected, her voice was cold and steady. “I need you to handle something for me.”