Chapter 514

Chapter 514:

This had to be the news outlet with the inside track, the one that had contacted the paparazzo’s friend.

She quickly scribbled down the name and IP address of the outlet, then reached out to Bright Lights Media to cue the press release she had prepared the day before.

Minutes later, Bright Lights Media published their response.

The release clarified that Bright Lights Media was now under the wing of Cristian’s Vertex Investments. Initially, Cristian had considered handing the reins to Bobby. However, Bobby had suggested that his fiancée, Fernanda, who had recently shown a keen interest in the media sector, take over to gain experience.

As a result, Cristian appointed Fernanda as the head of Bright Lights Media.

The statement affirmed Fernanda’s role as the current leader of Bright Lights Media, with full support from her team. It further detailed that Cristian and Fernanda had stayed in the car and strategized on how to navigate the company through its current challenges.

The explanation fit perfectly into place.

Bright Lights Media, though a modest venture, marked Fernanda’s first foray into business leadership. Understandably, she was a bundle of nerves and frequently sought guidance from Cristian, the backer of this venture.

When challenges arise in business, swift action is the standard practice, sometimes even requiring discussions at ungodly hours.

The statement from Bright Lights Media methodically addressed and dismantled each rumor, rendering the story powerless.

Consequently, the tale lost its foothold and quickly faded into obscurity.

Fernanda watched as her plans unfolded flawlessly.

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She had cleverly engineered the leak to smoke out the mysterious news outlet and discover the forces at play behind it.

What was their agenda against Cristian? What did they hope to achieve?

This incident might have been minor, but it hinted at the possibility of more determined efforts in the future. Tackling such issues early could prevent larger crises.

As Fernanda zeroed in on the precise location of the IP address, her phone erupted with a ring. It was Cristian on the other end.

“I’ve found the spot. I’m on my way there now. Do you want to join me? I can pick you up if you’re ready.”

Fernanda hesitated for a moment, then agreed to Cristian’s offer. Her curiosity had been piqued.

She chose not to ask Cristian for a ride, deciding instead to catch a cab on her own.

Forty minutes later, Fernanda stood at the address she had figured out. She was in the heart of a massive residential area, filled with building after building.

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