How To Create A Rumour

Olivia gazed at the object she could now call her own with a smile.

An hour ago, the young man had called her and asked if she was doing well. She had responded with, "How could I not be doing well?"

She knew what the young man meant by that, but she didn't understand why he was genuinely concerned.

He had told her not to worry about the fake news that had been spread about her and that he was going to handle the case efficiently.

Still, Olivia had declined his help.

This matter concerned her, and she believed no one could handle it better than she could.

On the other end of the call, Sebastian had paused, trying to understand her intentions.

He advised her not to do anything rash. He knew how emotionally drained she could be due to the news of her stripping spreading across the internet, which would harm her image in the entertainment industry.

Before Sebastian could offer more emotional support, he heard her say, "Servant, kindly end this call."

The next sound was a beep.

Sebastian glanced at his phone, surprised by her change in demeanor and her last words. He murmured, "Jolene... she can't even hang up a call?"

He recalled that earlier, she couldn't identify a television.

"I think I need to make an appointment with that doctor. Her amnesia is getting worse, and I can't bear it," he said with deep concern for her.

Meanwhile, Patricia clenched her jaw when she heard the young miss refer to her as a servant. She didn't like how it sounded, despite her role. She helped the young miss end the call without showing any surprise.

Olivia jotted down every detail about how the phone functioned. "Servant, is the food ready?"

Patricia hesitated, "The cook... it should be ready, but I need to know what kind of poison you're requesting. Right now, I have to procure it. I don't think it's available in this mansion."

However, Patricia was stunned when the young miss glared at her. Her blood boiled but she knew she had no position to dictate, else she would risk being sacked.

For the past six months the young miss had been here, Patricia had not had this problem with the young miss but today, it was as if a spirit whose aim was to torture her entered the young miss.

For once, Patricia thought the spirit of her mother had possesed the young miss.

'My mother before she died had always despised me for a reason I am not aware of. It wouldn't be a surprise that that old woman's spirit possessed this ugly woman and has been torturing me in the process.'

Unknown to Patricia, Olivia had glared at her so that she could not mention the fact that she ordered her to prepare a poison.

Olivia walked nearer to Patricia and then put her hand on her shoulder, "Servant, I believe you and I will become close in the future. If you want my vision to come true, turn dumb and deaf whenever you are with me."

Patricia's eyes widened, "E-excuse me, Miss Jolene?"

Patricia clenched her jaw, thinking, 'Young women from rich households have no respect for their elders. How could this young woman...'

Olivia smiled with a mocking tone, "Be careful, or your thoughts might slip from your tongue, just as they did earlier and I might take my time to handle it. And this time, I will inform my husband to not only fire you but ensure you won't find employment elsewhere." Olivia smiled, "He's wealthy, isn't he?"

Olivia after scaring the woman, walked to the entrance, ensuring that her footsteps were faintly heard before she opened the door.

Olivia left the door ajar and heard a gasp. She teased, "It seems Miss Seraphina enjoys eavesdropping."

Seraphina wished the ground would swallow her. She had been too engrossed in listening to the conversation, forgetting she was supposed to leave. She stuttered, "I... I was just ordering an Uber driver, Miss Jolene."

Olivia raised her eyebrows with a taunting question, "I thought you were supposed to be at the set in an hour."

Seraphina was speechless, her cheeks flushed.

"Well, I understand you, Miss Seraphina. Trust me, it's a good thing you're here. I want to tell you what to post on the internet. I would rather do it now."

There was silence before Seraphina nodded.

"My lovely sister, Allison once had a secret relationship with an actor... Michael, whatever his family's name is."

Seraphina recognized the man Olivia was talking about and covered her mouth. "When... when was this? He had a wife, didn't he?"

"He did," Olivia responded, recalling what she had gleaned from the comic. "On the day his wife found out about their relationship, she had an accident."

Michael was a seasoned actor, but about a year ago, there was a rumor that his wife had an accident, rumored to have been caused by him. However, it had no substantial explanation, and the rumor quickly faded.

Though his wife wasn't famous, she was a lawyer loved by the less privileged. When she passed away, her death left many embittered.

Miss Jolene was now suggesting that the death of Michael's wife was due to the relationship between Allison and Michael?

This was a highly sensitive and triggering issue that would likely trend for months.

Seraphina stammered, "Miss Jolene, I can't accuse Miss Allison Yu of such a heinous crime or... anything related. I don't have any proof."

"Then I can't go against my husband for you, Miss Seraphina."

And that's how Olivia manipulated Seraphina into creating a rumor to overshadow the one about her.

Olivia knew that the A-list actress was determined to find her sister.

Olivia returned inside with a lingering smile, and her face reverted to its normal state when she faced Patricia. "Were all my belongings brought here six months ago?"

"Yes, Miss Jolene."

"Take me to my room, and after you're done, bring the poisoned food."

Olivia had an urge to explore Jolene's possessions. She wanted to know the woman better.

'Rule number one, Allison, You should never try to play games with an assassin because they know how to protect themselves very well.'