"Lady, you better stay in your lane. Touch our girl and we'll snap those grubby little fingers right off."
I almost laughed from the sheer absurdity of it.
Bianca didn't give me a chance to speak. She shut off the livestream.
She clapped a hand over her mouth in mock surprise, eyes glittering with triumph.
"Oh no, I already told them who you are, and they still didn't believe it?"
"Viv, it seems like everyone else can see it too. You're just a gold digger trying to climb the ladder. But hey, you should own it, right? You're not going to be mad about it, are you?"
Anthony didn't so much as glance my way.
In fact, he'd just sent 520 rockets to Bianca's livestream, a public stamp of approval worth thousands.
I shoved Bianca aside and held up my phone with a cold smile.
"What a performance, Ms. Whitmore. So brave, so righteous."
"Then surely you won't mind if I post what you really look like behind the camera. Let your fans see what their precious little angel actually is: a two-faced fraud."
Bianca's expression shifted instantly. She turned to Anthony, eyes brimming with rehearsed hurt.
"Anthony, she's threatening me..."
The phone was ripped from my hand before I could react.