Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Secret Heir: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The small figure on the bed stirred at the sound of their voices."Rosie, are you asleep?"The moment Vivian said the name, the little figure exploded off the mattress like a spring that had been compressed for exactly one week too long. She spun around, sat up straight, and fixed two enormous, perfectly round eyes directly on Vivian's face.Mom!!He was the most beautiful thing Vivian had seen in seven days.Rosie in his tiger pajamas, hair slightly mussed from lying down, little face flushed and stunned and blazing with recognition, like a tiny prince from a storybook who had just spotted the one person he'd been searching for across the entire kingdom.Vivian's lips curved into the widest, most helpless smile she'd worn in a week. She tilted her head and asked softly, "Can I call you Rosie?"MomEvery instinct in Rosie's small body launched her forward, arms already reaching, heart already there.And then his eyes landed on the tall figure standing beside Vivian.he stopped.Plante

Vivian didn't waste another second.She positioned herself beside the bed, steadied her breathing, and began.Acupuncture was never simple work. With a condition as rare and specific as Rosie's, the margin for error was essentially zero, every needle placement demanded a precision that left no room for distraction, no room for anything except the task in front of her. Vivian's world narrowed to the sleeping child and the work of her hands, moving with the quiet certainty of someone who had done this so many times it had become its own language.The minutes accumulated.Somewhere past the first hour, a fine sheen of perspiration appeared along her hairline. She didn't notice it. She noticed only Rosie, the quality of her breathing, the subtle shifts of color in her face, the gradual, unmistakable bloom of warmth returning to her cheeks as the session progressed.Finally, she withdrew the last needle.Stepped back.Exhaled.Rosie's face, slack and deeply asleep, had more color in it tha

The elevator doors opened on the fourth floor and Vivian stepped out into noise.The conference room was packed.She stood in the doorway for a moment, taking it in. Every female artist on KT Star's roster appeared to have shown up, from the company's top-billed names all the way down to the newest signings, which included Vivian herself. She recognized faces from magazine covers and streaming billboards: Jessica Jiang, the company's reigning darling, holding court in the center of the room with the ease of someone who had never once doubted her right to take up space. Crystal Kim, fresh off a massively successful idol drama that had broken streaming records for three consecutive weeks. Lily Chen, who had been nominated alongside Rebecca Rong for the Golden Star Award and had lost the Popular Actress category by a margin that still apparently stung, if the set of her jaw was anything to go by.And then a whole spectrum of mid-tier and lower-tier artists filling the remaining seats, in

Rebecca's agent read the room quickly and pivoted."Becca, think about it this way, jumping straight to a lead role on your first film outing could actually backfire. Audiences can be skeptical of television stars making the leap too fast. Daniel clearly thought this through. Third lead in Dynasty is the right entry point. If he'd wanted to, he could have gotten you the lead, that's not even a question. He's protecting your trajectory."Rebecca knew this.She did know this.The tension in her shoulders eased by a fraction, but the mention of Return to Grace still sat like a splinter behind her eye. Her brow furrowed."Return to Grace…"Her agent had been at her side long enough to read the silence perfectly. She straightened and said, with crisp reassurance, "Vivian Rong is not getting that role. Don't give it another thought. KT's frontrunner is Jessica Jiang and Crystal Kim and Lily Chen are right behind her. The company is not going to hand a major IP lead to a scandal-tagged nobod

For three full days, Vivian didn't leave her apartment.She sat cross-legged on the couch with the script in her lap and her notes spread across the coffee table and worked, emerging only for food and sleep and the occasional stretch. By the morning of the fourth day she had what she needed, a clear picture, a clear plan, and a clear sense of what she was walking into.The birthday banquet.She had spent those three days trying to talk herself out of going and failing every time, because the one face she kept seeing when she closed her eyes was not Margaret's and not Rebecca's. It was her grandmother's. Seventy years old. Two years of asking.She was going.She dressed simply, bought a gift on the way, and flagged a cab to the address her father had texted without commentary.---The Rong family had made considerable use of their name in New York over the past five years. Margaret's social ambitions, Rebecca's rising profile, and Stellar Entertainment's backing had combined to make th