Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism



The assistant said, "Lydia, I'm doing this for your good."

Lydia grabbed the pillow behind her and threw it at her. "Give it to me now!"

Seeing Lydia so agitated, the assistant reluctantly handed over the phone. "Lydia, calm down."

Once she had the phone, Lydia immediately opened Facebook to check the news.

The trending topic had shifted from the "celebrity with a name starting with L" to "Lydia faints at a public event."

When she clicked on it, all she saw were unflattering photos of herself fainting beside the car.

There were so many reporters at the scene.

Lydia had fainted so suddenly that no one had anticipated it.

The reporters had gone wild, capturing every unflattering angle and immediately posting the photos online.

Now, Lydia's fan hub was filled with these photos and mocking comments.

'Were all her previous photos heavily edited? These candid shots are awful.'

'Even with makeup and cosmetic treatments, she's still this ugly. Imagine how bad she looks without all that.'

'I feel bad for her. The weather was cold, and after attending the event, she was swarmed by reporters and fainted. Keyboard warriors, give her a break!'

There were all kinds of comments online.

Some fans expressed sympathy, while others mocked her, but most were enjoying the spectacle.

Seeing these comments, Lydia felt like her head was about to explode. Her tightly wound nerves suddenly snapped, and she felt a wave of nausea.

She quickly put down her phone and clutched her chest, trying to vomit, but she hadn't eaten anything all day, so nothing came up.

After nearly ten years in the industry, this was the first real crisis she had faced since becoming famous.

Even if the rumour about the "celebrity with a name starting with L" being Lydia was proven true, she would have vehemently denied it.

But now, the photos of her fainting had taken the situation to a new level.

From now on, whenever Lydia attended an event, her scandal would be all over the inte.

Even paying to have the photos removed wouldn't be enough. In this digital age, people would save and share pictures through countless channels. She was truly in crisis this time!

The assistant quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to her. "Lydia, are you okay?"

Lydia, having been in the industry for years, quickly regained her composure. "I'm fine."

The situation was already beyond her control.

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Even if the gossip about the "celebrity with a name starting with L' passed, Lydia's unflattering, photos would remain etched in people's minds.

The assistant asked, "Lydia, what should we do now?"

Lydia lowered her gaze.

She had no one around to help her strategise. The entire team relied on her alone.

Even with many people, they were useless.

She couldn't help but miss having Eugene around. At least then, she had a capable ally who could help her navigate crises.

If Eugene were here, he could take charge while she was unconscious.

Instead of these useless people standing around her hospital bed, doing nothing.

With these thoughts, Lydia sighed.

Maybe she regretted it.

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She was about to hang up when a familiar voice came through. The assistant froze. "Eugene?"

Eugene asked, "Which hospital are you at? I'll come to see you."

The assistant was surprised to hear from Eugene at this moment. She glanced at Lydia on the bed and said, "It's Eugene." Lydia's eyes lit up. "Is he coming to see me?"

"Yes."

"Tell him quickly."

The assistant nodded. "Okay."

She then gave Eugene the hospital and room number.

After hanging up, Lydia breathed a sigh of relief.

If Eugene was willing to help her, there might be a way out of this mess.

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