The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 376

"You and I are on the exact same wavelength." Vivian licked her lips. "Let's do it."

The news spread across the internet like a massive net.

As long as you were willing to throw money at it, no news would fail to trend.

A treasure-hunting show was different from a reality TV show, but since it had a charitable angle, the vibe was entirely unique. It still attracted a lot of attention, though there were plenty of negative voices speculating it was just a ploy by certain capitalists to launder money through hype.

Vivian couldn't care less. Whatever she set out to do, even if it meant going against societal norms or walking through fire, she would execute it flawlessly.

With the plan finalized, she met with Gregory Garrison again.

They agreed to invite currently popular celebrities as guests for the early stages of the show.

"How about Grace Gifford?"

Unaware of the bad blood between them, Gregory suggested earnestly, "To be honest, her acting isn't great, but we don't need her for that. Her ability to rally her fanbase is actually pretty solid."

"Her?"

Vivian raised her eyelids. "We aren't running a garbage recycling plant here."

"Garbage..."

Gregory couldn't help but burst into laughter. "I couldn't tell you were so good at insulting people."

"I'm just alright." Vivian ran a hand through her hair, her face undeniably God's most perfect masterpiece. "I just purely can't stand her."

"Then what kind of people do you think we should invite?"

"Those with a good reputation, solid acting skills, and excellent professionalism."

In the entertainment industry, scandals and cancellations were an everyday occurrence. The moment something went wrong, the entire show would suffer.

Grace's biggest issue was her status as a wealthy heiress. Growing up with a silver spoon, oblivious to the struggles of normal people, she inevitably had a terrible temper.

News of 'acting like a diva' could be blown out of proportion, making it far too risky.

Personal grudges aside, she simply wasn't suitable to be a guest on such a serious and grounded show.

Gregory nodded, looking at her with admiration. "You see things very clearly. That makes a lot of sense."

They discussed a few more details before Vivian walked him downstairs.

As he was leaving, Gregory instinctively reached out his hand, then quickly felt he was being redundant.

Vivian couldn't help but curve her lips into a smile, suddenly recalling a saying from someone—

Being a total simp is actually pretty great.

Because it's entirely up to your own mood whether you want to chase them or not. If you aren't feeling it, you stop, and then they have to follow your rhythm.

Like right now.

Her last message was sent yesterday.

She asked him: Boss, what do you want for dinner tonight? I'll personally cook for you.

It had sunk like a stone in the ocean.

Vivian texted Simon, who replied that the boss was busy.

Fine, busy was fine.

She would find a chance to teach him a lesson next time.

But she never expected to run into Silas at the gala that evening.