True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

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Winnic was caught off guard. She had always thought of Yolanda as someone destined for a life of wealth and longevity, much like Della was marked for virtue. But fate had a way of surprising you. In Yolanda’s case, the surprise was a particularly bad one. 

Winnie studied Yolanda’s fortune more closely and then she saw it, the unexpected twist in the tale, the rotten love of destiny that Delia had inadvertently beckoned into Yolanda’s life. 

Naylor, striding out of the green room with a warmth in his smile that belied his idol status. 

He was disarmingly handsome, with a gentle demeanor that drew Yolanda in as he approached her without any of the usual reserve one might expect from a celebrity. It was this very lack of restraint that made Yolanda feel special, and she straightened up, her spine tingling with the thrill of his attention. 

With a casual wave of her hand, a support van pulled up, adorned with posters of Naylor, making it clear who the star attraction was. 

“Here’s to the first day of filming!” Yolanda chirped sweetly to the crew around her. “Nay has graciously provided this catering cart with drinks for everyone. Please help yourselves and let’s all look after Nay during the shoot.” 

Yolanda had a knack for winning people over, a skill that had made her the favorite in the Lopez family, even to the point of monopolizing Samuel’s affections. Her voice was like honey when she wanted something. With her knack for schmoozing, the crew’s attitude towards Naylor shifted perceptibly. 

Naylor’s popularity was already on the rise, but his appearance on this variety show was a stroke of luck. Normally, people in the industry cared more about clout than anything else, and an ordinary star like Naylor wouldn’t usually garher much attention. 

But Yolanda’s display had everyone second–guessing. Maybe Naylor had a wealthy patron behind him, they whispered, their manner towards him growing warmer by the minute. 

Naylor, ever sensitive to the gazes of others, could feel the shift in the crew’s attitudes following Yolanda’s show of support. A trace of scorn flickered in his eyes, quickly masked by a veneer of tenderness. 

“You being here for me is more than enough. You don’t need to go to all this trouble with the fanfare, Yolanda. Your status is different from the fans and you don’t need to do this for me.” 

Hearing the soft cadence of his voice, Yolanda melted inside, though she feigned a petulant air. “I want to do this for you,” she insisted. “I’ll be here to support you at every shoot. Whatever others have, I want you to have, too.” 

Naylor seemed to adore her spoiled yet utterly devoted demeanor. His eyes softened as he smiled back at her. 

“Alright.” 

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Yolanda raced her heart at the sight of Naylor’s tender gaze. This wasn’t her first romance, but it was her first time with someone like him, someone who made it so difficult for her to pull 

away. 

Yet, in front of all these people, she couldn’t act on her desire. She had to consider Naylor’s image as an idol. She couldn’t be the one to ruin his future. 

Suppressing the urge to throw herself into his arms, she whispered. “Nay, you’re so 

handsome. 

Yolanda was bashful, but she didn’t see the fleeting malice that flashed through Naylor’s eyes 

at her words. 

But Winnie did. From a distance, she could see the dark energy trailing behind Naylor, the souls of those wronged in his wake. 

There were five ghosts clung to him! 

Winnie’s gaze on Naylor was icy, sharp as a blade. 

Who would have guessed that beneath the facade of a gentle and harmless idol lurked the heart of a killer? 

The vengeful spirits, still new to their fate, were powerless against Naylor who had ended their lives. 

Yolanda was flush with enthusiasm, completely unaware that the man smiling at her so tenderly was plotting her demise. 

Winnie typically did not interfere with the mortal coil, for each life had its destiny. 

But this was different. Yolanda’s impending doom was an indirect result of the Flawed Love Charm she had sold to Delia. 

Since it was her charm that had invited this deadly fate, Winnie felt compelled to intervene. 

Sighing inwardly, she thought about the price of her involvement. Five thousand was a small price to pay to save a life. 

As Winnie pondered, three more cars arrived on set. 

It was time to go live, and the show’s guests had assembled. Cameras started rolling, capturing every moment for the eagerly awaiting online audience. 

The live stream’s viewer count ticked upwards from three thousand to fifty thousand, but not concerning either for Director Bagot and Baily. 

They knew the real draw. Kane hadn’t made his entrance yet. 

Sure, the focus shifted to the newly arrived vans, and one by one, the guests disembarked. First out was Gentry, the mystical influencer, a stout figure who had gained fame for solving esoteric problems online. Unlike others who dabbled in the mystical for entertainment, Gentry 

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claimed to be aided by a fox spirit, one of the famous five spirits of the northern folklore. 

Gentry was known for invoking the fox, a being respected by the mystical sects of the north, who would serve their human partners in exchange for offerings and solve their troubles. through possession. 

Winnie’s eyes swept over Gentry, noting the faint aura around him, her thoughts unreadable. 

Second out of the van was Candace, a recent sensation due to her role as the sweet yet cunning second female lead in a hit show, earning her the nickname Bitch Candace. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The last to disembark was Mervin, a member of Breeze Monastery, invited on the show as a spiritual guide, yet the production team had no intention of letting him appear in the full garb of his calling. 

Instead, Mervin was dressed simply in a T–shirt and jeans, his long hair casually tied back. giving him the air of an artsy and dashing young man. 

Together with the already–arrived Winnie and Naylor, five of the six guests had made their 

entrance. 

As the camera swept by, the live chat exploded with a flurry of messages. 

“OMG, dear Candace! Finally we see you!” 

“Mervin’s looking sharp in modern clothes. Slay!” 

“Where’s Kaney?” 

“Wasn’t this the scheduled start time? Are the guests not all here yet? Don’t tell me the show is trolling the fans?” 

“I knew my Kane would never do such a weird reality show.” 

“We want to see Kane!” 

The five guests in front of the camera couldn’t see the chat, so they continued to follow the show’s format, walking over to meet with Winnie and Naylor. 

This was the segment where the guests were supposed to meet and get acquainted with one another, a segment that should have gone smoothly. 

However, as the three approached, Mervin’s gaze swept across Naylor and his brow furrowed abruptly. Then he uttered a sentence that took everyone by surprise, “I refuse to record with this person.” 

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