Chapter 1426
Chapter 1426:
To pivot the crowd’s focused aggression, Tristan made a calculated gamble. He initiated an interview with Elliana. As the current darling and hero, this was guaranteed to lock in the viewers and impose order.
“Mrs. Evans,” Tristan said, his voice syrupy and eager, “your appearance here, standing for Adah, tells a story about your bond. Could you indulge us and share a little of that history?”
The tactic worked instantly. The moment Tristan finished, the crowd—just moments ago a baying mob—sank back into their seats, their faces now rapt with curiosity.
The live chat lit up again. “Tell us the secret! What exactly is the history between Elliana and Adah?”
Elliana didn’t hesitate. She smiled confidently and spoke with natural warmth. “My mother and Adah’s mother were soulmates—the kind who traded clothes. Adah and I simply inherited that fierce connection. We’ve been inseparable since we were toddlers. Her world is mine, and mine is hers. The one hard line? We don’t share men. Everything else is open territory!”
“Aww!” A wave of collective warmth and approval washed through the venue and the online audience. That kind of pure, enduring loyalty was truly something to crave.
Adah had already mesmerized millions of viewers and clinched a colossal fanbase by dominating the competition with her electrifying performance of “Immortal’s Awakening.” She had further solidified her viral status by utterly shattering Rowena with an irrefutable cascade of damning evidence.
But now, with Elliana stepping forcefully into the spotlight to champion her cause, Adah’s popularity didn’t merely climb—it detonated across the international stage.
After all, Elliana was Stellara—a globally revered singing legend. Anyone personally anointed as her dearest friend was instantly destined to become the epicenter of attention, captivating both domestic and foreign audiences.
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It was the precise fulfillment of Elliana’s earlier, uncanny prediction. Adah had rocketed to the absolute zenith of stardom the very instant she officially crossed the threshold into show business. Never before had anyone accrued such seismic fame solely from a dance competition.
When the event finally concluded, Adah swept out of the opera house, Elliana moving seamlessly beside her—only to stop dead, instantly overwhelmed by the bewildering, chaotic spectacle unfurling before them.
The night air was violently punctuated by the relentless, blinding flash of cameras. Reporters from every major syndicate aggressively swarmed them, forging a suffocating, shrieking ring and barraging them with a deafening clamor of questions. Simultaneously, sharp-elbowed executives from various entertainment agencies bulldozed their way through the press corps, frantically thrusting contracts skyward and bellowing over one another in a desperate, last-ditch attempt to secure Adah’s signature.
Beyond the frantic, congested scrum of journalists and agents, a massive, human ocean of fans had converged, their voices hoarse as they screamed Adah’s name at the very top of their lungs.
This was the sort of fevered, chaotic reception usually reserved only for entrenched A-list international superstars.
Adah had certainly viewed grainy footage of celebrities being mobbed like this, but enduring the siege firsthand instantly stripped her of all composure. The sharp, fearless edge she usually brandished vanished in a heartbeat.
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