I swallowed hard. "It was an accident, okay? I just glanced at him. It’s not like I stared at his face or anything. And I left almost right away." Only then did Aiden nod in satisfaction. He straightened up and resumed driving. After all the chaos, I was dead tired by the time I got home. I washed up quickly and went straight to bed. The next morning, the moment I opened my eyes, I saw Aiden sitting right in front of me. "Holy shit, are you trying to scare me to death?!" I jumped, cursing without thinking. Aiden ignored my outburst and said calmly, "Adrian and Tammy are in trouble." I sat up in alarm. "What happened?" He didn’t explain much. Instead, he opened Twitter—and the moment I saw the screen, my heart dropped. RisingStarTammy’sNormalGuyBoyfriendAdrianCaughtGettingCozyWithBarBeauty—ActressTurnedJoke?# Below the headline were details of how Tammy and Adrian met, along with several photos. One showed the two of them together. Another was a photo capturing the accidental kiss. And the last one showed Adrian late at night, drinking at a bar with a curvy woman by his side. All three faces were pixelated, but it didn’t matter. Anyone who knew them would recognize them in an instant. Panic rose in my chest. This wasn’t just a simple kissing scandal anymore—this was a full-blown PR crisis. The comments section was a mess, flooded with every kind of opinion and insult imaginable. "What kind of star is she? Just a pitiful joke." "She acts all glamorous in public, but secretly dates behind fans’ backs and gets cheated on. Serves her right." "No way! My goddess is in a relationship? That’s it, I’m done!" "Let’s be real, like you ever had a chance. Chill, dude." And of course, the haters came crawling out of the woodwork. "Told you her private life was a mess. I even saw her the other day outside a high school hugging some guy. Totally not Adrian!" That one came with a blurry picture of Tammy and Brandon from behind. There were a few fans trying to defend her, but the backlash was too intense. Their voices were quickly drowned out. As for Adrian and the mysterious woman, since they weren’t celebrities, no one really cared about them. Most of the hate was directed at Tammy, as her antis seized the opportunity to attack. I tried calling Tammy first—line was busy. Then I called Adrian—no answer. I figured Adrian was probably still passed out drunk. Tammy’s phone… likely getting bombarded by her manager and fans. "We need to go to Tammy’s place first. Aiden, send someone to find Adrian. Make sure he doesn’t get manipulated again. This whole thing was planned—someone set it up. I’ll ask Jackson to help track down whoever’s behind it. And I’ll contact PR to start cleaning this up." I laid everything out calmly and clearly, but when I looked up, I saw Aiden giving me a strange look. "...What?" I frowned. "Did I say something confusing?" He shook his head but kept his eyes locked on me. "You sound… suspiciously familiar with the dark side of the entertainment industry. You open a talent agency or something?" I let out a dry laugh. Here we go again—more suspicion about my background. He didn’t have any proof, but I still answered carefully. "No. I just think logically, okay? Since when is having a good brain a crime?" Aiden looked away, his tone neutral. "Nothing. Just saying—your plan sounded exactly like someone running their own entertainment company." My heart skipped a beat. His instincts were scarily sharp. I rushed to brush it off. "If I really owned an entertainment company, would I still be working under you? Don’t overthink it." This time, he didn’t agree. He just fell into a thoughtful silence. "Anyway, stop speculating. We need to hurry to Tammy’s house. After last night’s birthday party, it’s no secret anymore that she’s the Moon Pack heiress. I bet there are reporters camped outside already." Aiden nodded and started driving, heading straight for the Moon Pack estate.