Ch. 278: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 278

Chapter 278

“I think you’re right! Between the two, I definitely prefer Sasha’s short videos. Her role in this drama is fantastic!”

Bianca’s face turned a shade of green.

What were these people even saying?

Did they just claim Sasha’s videos were better than hers?

Impossible.

Bianca was convinced she was far more beautiful than Sasha.

Cleo, standing nearby, noticed the short video surpassing 10 million likes and couldn’t resist a smug comment. “What are these netizens even talking about? Obviously, Ms. Lynch is far more stunning. Sasha’s work is all about cheap sentimentality, no real substance. And posting short videos? That’s something for amateurs, not real stars. No class at all!”

Cleo’s tone dripped with disdain.

To her, most celebrities posting short videos were washed-up wannabes looking to make a quick buck. It wasn’t worth acknowledging.

“Aaaghh!”

Bianca screamed as she hurled her phone across the room, smashing it.

Cleo, startled by the outburst, tried to console her. “Ms. Lynch…”

Bianca’s eyes were red with fury. “How? How did she get 10 million likes? She’s not prettier than me, she hasn’t acted in as many dramas, and I even had the better venue! This must be fake—she must’ve bought those likes! All of them are fake!”

She refused to believe Sasha could outshine her.

Cleo nodded along, playing into Bianca’s suspicions. “You’re absolutely right, Ms. Lynch. Sasha’s tactics are so cheap. No self-respecting A-lister would stoop to competing for views with ordinary people. She’s lowering her worth, but her popularity will never match yours, no matter how viral her video gets!”

Bianca’s anger didn’t subside.

Even if Sasha relied on short videos, her growing popularity felt like a direct threat. Bianca couldn’t allow her to rise. She wanted Sasha crushed—forced to quit the entertainment industry for good.

If Sasha were out of the picture, Bianca could finally surpass Norah.

The thought gave Bianca a jolt of energy. She grabbed a bottle of pills from her bag, her trembling hands struggling to open it. She popped one and took a deep breath as the medicine began to calm her.

Her fury slowly subsided, and her face transformed into a calculated smirk.

“It’s fine. Let them enjoy their moment. Soon enough, Norah won’t have anything to brag about either.”

Her tone turned icy. Bianca was determined to teach Norah a lesson she wouldn’t forget—a lesson that would leave her with nothing.

In a dimly lit room, the absence of sunlight created an eerie atmosphere.

Wearing gloves stained with fresh blood, Jace worked with methodical precision, dissecting an animal carcass. His scalpel gleamed under the faint light as he pulled out the heart and discarded it without a second thought.

His pale skin looked even starker against the vivid crimson of the blood.

A red-haired woman lounged in a nearby chair, her legs crossed casually. She seemed unfazed by the grotesque scene, her chin resting lightly on her hand as she watched him with an amused smile.

“It’s time for your next mission,” she said, her voice smooth and unbothered.

Jace’s tone was cold. “What mission?”

The woman’s grin widened. “You’ll be dissecting a pregnant woman.”

Jace paused, his hands momentarily still. “That’s twisted, even for you.”

She leaned back, shrugging nonchalantly. “Haven’t you seen worse? Humans in your hands are no different from rabbits.”

Jace resumed his work, his voice emotionless. “When?”

The red-haired woman pulled out a pocket watch, studying it before replying. “This afternoon.”

“Make it later,” Jace said, not looking up. “The usual spot.”

Her smile turned sly. “Fine. I’ll wait for you.”

She stood and left, her heels clicking against the floor.

Once alone, Jace meticulously stitched the animal’s heart back in place. Despite the bloody carnage earlier, the heart began beating again under his careful hands.

After washing his gloves thoroughly to remove any trace of blood, Jace drove to a secluded farm.

The gatekeeper recognized his car and quickly opened the gate. Inside, rows of strawberry plants stretched out before him, their bright red fruit glistening with dew.

Jace stepped out, taking a basket from the gatekeeper. He walked through the field, carefully picking only the ripest strawberries while ignoring the ones that had rotted on the ground. Each fresh, unblemished fruit went into his basket.

When the basket was full, he placed it in his car and drove off, leaving the decaying fruit behind without a second glance.

Meanwhile, Sasha’s short video reaching over 10 million likes had everyone in her camp celebrating.

“No one cares about ‘lowering prices.’ As long as the audience loves it, it’s a success,” Sasha said confidently.

Her genuine connection with the audience had set a new precedent. Sasha’s willingness to engage with everyday people endeared her to fans, creating a wave of admiration.

“Norah, we’re killing it!” Emani exclaimed, her excitement palpable. “Winning everyone’s hearts through hard work—this is the best feeling!”

Norah smiled as she reviewed the numbers on her computer. “Sasha’s popularity has definitely soared this time.”

Emani laughed, scrolling through comments. “Look at this! People are saying Bianca’s trying to copy Sasha but failing miserably. They’re all roasting her!”

Norah nodded, knowing the public could always see through empty pretenses. Talent and authenticity resonated more than superficial beauty or big budgets.

Emani hugged her phone, grinning. “Sasha’s setting trends! Even if others imitate her, they can’t capture what makes her special. She’s the real deal.”

The phone rang—it was Sasha.

Norah answered, hearing Sasha’s grateful voice on the other end.

“Norah, I just wanted to thank you. I couldn’t have done this without your help.”

Smiling, Norah replied, “You’ve earned it, Sasha. The audience knows when someone’s genuine. Keep being you—that’s what makes you shine.”