LittleNovelChapter 616: Her plan had been simple. If the writing turned out poorly, she could accuse Khloe of masquerading as Snowpear. After all, how else could someone so talented suddenly produce such subpar work? No explanation Khloe offered would have sufficed, leaving Snowpear's reputation in tatters and her nmarred by disgrace.
But Sloane had never anticipated that Khloe could truly be Snowpear, and her creative process remained untouched by any outside influence. A sudden wave of unease washed over her, warning that staying any longer could lead to disastrous outcomes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWithout hesitation, she began inching off the stage, attempting to slip away unnoticed.
Khloe, however, caught the movement instantly. Her tone remained steady as she addressed her. "Sloane, I've cleared my name. Now, it's your turn." The color drained from Sloane's face. "I don't know what you're talking about." Rising gracefully to her feet, Khloe exuded quiet authority. She tucked her phone into the discreet pocket of her dress, her gaze turning to the host. Her voice was soft yet firm. "Pardon me. I need to borrow this stage a bit longer to settle a personal matter. I hope you don't mind." Turning her attention back to Sloane, Khloe continued, "You claimed I went to jail. Well, you were right—I did.” A flicker of disbelief crossed the host's face as Khloe's statement landed like a bombshell. His wide-eyed stare was fixed on her. Could Snowpear's "personal matter" truly be this astonishing and unsettling? The online comment section was flooded with confusion, a torrent of question marks filling the screen.
"Khloe is digging her own grave. She's the elusive painter, White, and the acclaimed writer, Snowpear. She could retire, living the high life without lifting a finger. As long as she stays quiet about her prison time, the public would let it slip. But now, she's the one bringing it up. Does she believe her talent will redeem her?" The celebrity guests mirrored the thoughts of the online crowd, almost unanimously agreeing that Khloe was wrecking her reputation. In today's world, entertainment reigned supreme. The truth hardly mattered; what matters was the narrative people latch onto.
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Sloane hadn't anticipated that Khloe would be reckless enough to mention such a scandalous topic. She inwardly cursed Khloe for being clueless, not understanding the delicate gof the entertainment world.
Khloe had sealed her own fate the moment she spoke.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSloane couldn't hide her inner satisfaction, though she masked it with a show of outrage. "Khloe, I'll grant you your talent. But talent and integrity? They're worlds apart." Every subtle shift in Sloane's expression was evident to Khloe. She knew without a doubt that Sloane thought she was still the sperson, acting out of desperation without any evidence to back her claims.
Without acknowledging Sloane, Khloe turned her attention towards the largest camera on stage. Her voice, soft and measured, drifted through the room. "Yes, you heardcorrectly. I'd spent three years in prison. For those of you following Snowpear's account, you know that during those years, no new work was released. It wasn't because, as shad speculated, my creativity had run dry. The truth was far simpler-I lost my freedom. Meanwhile, White's identity grew more famous. Everyone assumed it was all part of a deliberate mystery. But what they didn't know was that I couldn't face the public during that time. They didn't realize that every vibrant color in my paintings was a reflection of the outside world, crafted from the confines of my imagination. While I used my creativity to mark the passage of time, those colors were my way of reminding myself that I was still here. That my world wasn't limited to just black and white. It could be full of life. As long as I was alive, there was still hope."
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