Chapter 16: Profoundly Understanding the Unspoken Rules

Just when a group of netizens had started feeling more positively towards Caroline Edwin, a tweet from Director Oliver sent their admiration plummeting to new depths.

Jim Oliver V:[Not only is Ms. Edwin well-versed in the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry, but her whitewashing methods are also so incredibly unique.]

Just after his tweet, a paparazzi report followed suit.

#Famous actress Caroline Edwin once pushed herself on a director for a hidden casting couch.

One after the other, the massive amount of information stunned countless netizens.

Although the lighting in the video was a bit dim, one could vaguely see Caroline Edwin walking out of a room.

With one bare foot and her clothes slightly disheveled, her hands even showed signs of red swelling. It was quite suggestive.

She hurriedly walked away, seemingly afraid of someone discovering her whereabouts.

[What...what's going on? Did Director Oliver imply he was involved with Caroline Edwin?]

[Offering herself like that? I didn't expect her to be so bold. Wow, the battle seems quite intense.]

[This happened while filming "A Song in Slow Time." I was there on set. It seems like Director Oliver was drunk, and that bitch Caroline was helping him back to his room.]

[So they ended up in bed together? Oh, how thirsty she must be.]

[How can someone as promiscuous as her even dream of being with Oliver? She should take a look in the mirror; she's got no clue.]

[Caught a fan of Oliver here. Actually, I'm a fan of Anna. Oliver's girlfriend is Anna, so let's try not to mention that bitch Caroline, okay? ~]

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With Director Oliver and the paparazzi's revelations, Caroline Edwin was once again caught in the storm of public opinion.

A group of reporters, eager to get the first interview, rushed to the Orangeheart Community and waited downstairs.

Rex Leanne saw the news and was furious, "Nonsense! Absolutely ridiculous!

Carol didn't offer herself for a casting couch. That Brownie is just trying to tarnish her image.

His phone kept ringing nonstop, irritating him. Annoyed, he set it to silent mode before quickly going to the closet to disguise himself.

Ten minutes later, the mover appeared in women's clothes.

Rex was wearing a flaxen-colored curly long wig, a white long dress, no-make-up makeup, and a pair of chunky high heels.

Carrying his purse, he squeezed out an awkward smile and headed for the parking lot.

His walk was confident; he didn't look like it was his first time wearing high heels.

He arrived at Orangeheart Community and saw the throngs of reporters, feeling a little apprehensive.

He took out perfume from his bag, sprayed it, took a deep breath, and walked past the reporters.

In a pinched voice, he said, "Excuse me."

His shrill and thin voice attracted several reporters, who kept glancing at him.

He had good taste in clothes, but his frame was a little too sturdy and looked familiar.

As the elevator doors closed, a reporter suddenly realized something and rushed up to press the elevator button.

"Holy shit, that was Rex Leanne, Caroline Edwin's agent!"

He pressed the button for a while and then gave up, kicking the wall in frustration and regret. He had just missed out on a big news scoop!

"Damn! That sissy really went all-out with the female attire."

Although they didn't get news about Caroline Edwin, the fact that Rex Leanne was a cross-dresser made for an interesting story.

A few reporters exchanged glances, their eyes shining, and began packing up to write their stories.

"Ding -"

The elevator doors opened, and Rex Leanne stepped out, visibly relieved.

He yanked off the wig, ready to fix his appearance before going in.

As he held the wig in his hand, a familiar voice sounded.

"Rex."

Caroline Edwin opened the door and leaned against it, amused by his outfit.

"Smack -"

Rex slowly raised his head to see her face and then, loosening his grip, let the wig fall to the ground.