Jackson really was efficient. It hadn’t been long before Geraldine came storming in on her own. I was lounging on the couch on set when she barged in and swung a slap at me. Like I’d let her hit me. I grabbed her wrist midair and flung it back. Geraldine, caught off guard by the momentum, stumbled and fell backward. “Raelyn!” she shouted, her face twisted with fury. “What the hell did you do? Why are you trying to ruin me?!” I blinked at her, surprised. “What are you talking about?” “Still playing dumb, huh? Why are you spreading lies online and tarnishing my name?” Tarnishing her name? I’d just asked Jackson to look into her, and by now, he should’ve exposed her for who she really was. “All the stuff you did—you really think no one would find out? How am I slandering you?” I crossed my arms, speaking coolly. “See for yourself!” Geraldine was clearly losing it. She pulled out her phone and tossed it at me. I picked it up. On the screen was a trending Twitter headline with a photo of Geraldine front and center. She was all smiles, drinking with a bunch of foreign werewolves. That alone wouldn’t have raised eyebrows—but one of them had his hand on her waist, and another was outright kissing her cheek. The headlines were even more eye-catching: “Innocent persona rakes in traffic, but behind the scenes—absolutely filthy.” “Poisoning people in private, a true vile being.” I stared at the photo, barely holding back a laugh. So this is what Jackson meant when he said he’d make her “look good.” “Oh my,” I said, handing the phone back to her with a grin. “Isn’t that Ms. Geraldine in the picture? I never would’ve guessed you had such… adventurous taste.” “Who told you to post those pictures?!” Geraldine looked like she was about to crack.I gave a light “oh?” and said, “Ms. Geraldine, what makes you so sure I was the one behind this?” She glared daggers at me. “Who else would it be?” “Geraldine, I warned you a long time ago—don’t mess with me, or I won’t let it slide. Didn’t Aiden tell you that?” She froze. Then let out a coy laugh. “Aiden knows me best. Of course he didn’t say anything. In fact, he warned me about you. Said you’re hot-tempered, weird, and extremely vindictive. Told me to steer clear.” My brows lifted. “He really said that?” “Of course. He also said he’s planning to dump you soon and be with me instead. So you’d better brace yourself for the breakup.” Her laugh was sharp and grating. I rubbed my ear in irritation. “Great. I’ll be waiting. You can see yourself out.” Seeing I didn’t take the bait, Geraldine could only throw out a few empty threats before storming off, seething. I picked up my phone again. By then, Geraldine’s PR team had already released a statement. They claimed the poisoning was the fault of a careless assistant, and the photo was a deepfake—an AI face swap, not her. Although the internet didn’t pursue it further, some people started digging into her shady behavior overseas, and she still lost a good chunk of fans. But like clockwork, all the dirt was soon wiped clean. I knew damn well it had to be Aiden cleaning up after her, covering her tracks. The thought made my chest tighten. Annoyed, I grabbed my keys and drove to a well-known local bar. Before leaving, I told Adam to make sure Tammy focused on filming and to have him and Adrian look after her, just in case anyone tried anything. Adrian gave a righteous nod and swore to keep Tammy safe. Tammy, on the other hand, looked like she’d just been handed a death sentence. Leaving the three behind, I headed to the bar. It wasn’t far, and by the time I arrived, it was just past six. Being winter, it was already dark.Under the cover of night, I stepped inside. I hadn’t even had a sip of my drink when a shadow loomed beside me. I didn’t recognize him at first. But once I got a proper look, my guard instantly went up. Of course. Randall. Why the hell did this guy keep popping up like a ghost? I glared at him. “What, Mr. Randall—are you into stalking now?” He didn’t mind my sarcasm, still grinning like an idiot. “Nope. Just fate bringing us together again.” “So why are you sitting at my table?” “No other tables left. Figured we could share.” I pointed to the few clearly empty tables nearby. “Is Mr. Randall blind?” “You got me,” he said, chuckling. “My eyesight’s always been bad. Forgot my glasses today.” It was true—he usually wore glasses and looked all serious. Now, without them, a few loose strands falling over his forehead… he actually looked kinda roguishly handsome. “Spit it out. What do you want this time?” Randall didn’t beat around the bush. “Mr. Greg wants you and me to get engaged.” I nearly snorted my drink. “Engaged? Randall, you know that’s never happening.” “Oh? Never say never.” He shot me a cryptic smile.