Chapter 296

Since Wanda’s unexpected meeting with Amber, the hustle of moving out of Belmont Hills wrapped up. The people from the

second-hand furniture market had not even started their trek, and the house remained as it had always been, unchanged.

“No need to worry about furniture. You won’t have to bother with Belmont Hills for that.”

Amber pulled up to the house in her sleek Porsche, finished up a call, and ushered Wanda into the living room with a warm

smile. “Welcome to my old place. The neighbors are all aware we've moved out, so you'll have all the peace and quiet you want.”

Wanda let out a silent, relieved sigh.

Their conversation during the drive had been brief, but it was enough for Wanda to piece together the puzzle of Amber’s identity-

Miss Chesire.

Amber Chesire, the powerhouse General Manager of New Chesire Group, had a presence that commanded attention.

“Miss Chesire, I can’t thank you enough for letting me crash at Ol’ Mare,” Wanda said, her voice tinged with a mix of relief and

something else-something deeper.

Wanda paused, her thanks hanging in the air before she ventured a question, her voice dropping to a whisper,” You don’t watch

TV much, do you? You know, the hit show everyone’s talking about?”

“I haven't been one to tune in, but I might start keeping an eye on it,” Amber replied. As she handed over the keys to Wanda,

Amber’s smile was warm, her explanation casual.

“Work used to consume all my time, so TV has been a rare treat. However, with the company’s rapid growth. we’re scouting for a

celebrity face for our younger customers. I guess I'll have to start keeping tabs on the

entertainment scene.”

Wanda simply nodded, her eyes betraying a flicker of complexity. If Amber ever uncovered who she was, that

sanctuary at Ol’ Mare might slip through her fingers.

“Miss Briers, the company needs me, so I'll get out of your hair,” Amber said, cutting the visit short:

Her personal items were still tucked away in her Porsche, a clear sign she was not planning to linger. With a

smile and a wave, she left Wanda in the living room and set off for Baltimore Mansion.

Atop the mountain, Baltimore Mansion stood as the crown jewel among the villas. George and Ray had done their part,

stationing their guys in the houses dotting the slope, securing the path to the summit. They were leaving nothing to chance when

it came to Amber’s family’s safety.

“Amber, what took you so long?” came the greeting as she arrived.

Amber had barely pulled her Porsche up to the lush front yard of Villa No. 1 when Patrick and Kamala Quidley came rushing out.

“Hand over your luggage and get to the office now. Alex is already there!”

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“The folks at ‘One Life’ are mostly the older crowd, right? Aren’t you guys looking to break into the youth market with some star

power? They're in the middle of a meeting back at the office. If you hustle, you might just make it in time!”

Not wanting to waste a second, Amber grabbed her suitcase from the trunk and sped off toward the corporate

tower.

However, she was just a tad too late.

Up on the top floor, the marketing brainstorm had wrapped up. Alexander, with a stack of glossy photos in hand, gave Amber,

who had just arrived, a warm, reassuring smile. “Picking a new face for ‘One Life’ isn’t

rocket science. You didn’t have to rush. Is everything okay back at the villa?”

“Mom and Dad are swamped,” she replied, her cheeks tinged with pink. She peeked at the photos Alexander

held. “So, these are our potential stars?”

He gave a slight nod.

16 shining candidates, each a household name in their own right, from movies to music to variety shows. Any one of them could

have been the key to unlocking a younger audience.

In that age where fame was everything, the clout these celebrities wielded was nothing to scoff at. The right choice could have

sent ‘One Life’s’ sales soaring.

“It's been ages since I’ve watched TV. I’m out of the loop with these stars and their hit shows.”

Amber took the photos from Alexander, flipping through them with a smile that hinted at nostalgia. “I used to have my own idols

growing up. Who would've thought I’d be teaming up with stars now? These candidates...”

Her words trailed off as her eyes locked onto a face in the stack, her expression turning to stone.

She barely thumbed through a handful of photos when one girl’s image captivated her. The girl in the picture had eyes that

sparkled with innocence, a lithe body, and a face that radiated unmatched purity. Her name was neatly inscribed in the lower

right corner.

That girl was the enigmatic Wanda, the new resident of the old Belmont Hills house.