Chapter 63: Vanessa's Mouth Twisted into a Scowl

Vanessa’s mouth twisted into a scowl. “Don’t speak about my sister that way. She has supporters too—just look.” She gestured toward the far side of the venue, where a small cluster of about ten people lingered after the crowd had mostly dispersed. With over a thousand of Vanessa’s fans still cheering loudly, Sienna’s group seemed pitifully small. As a newcomer to modeling, Sienna’s supporters seemed unsure how to show their enthusiasm, and many had already slipped away out of sheer awkwardness. Vanessa’s followers burst into mocking laughter.

“Ten people? That’s what she calls a fanbase? How embarrassing!”

“Didn’t she have eight million Pulse followers? Probably bought and paid for!”

“Exactly! She’s the Diamond Boss—she can afford fake followers!”

“What good is money if you’ve got no real talent?”

They stared at Sienna with open contempt, as if she were nothing but a circus act. Just as Sienna pulled off her helmet, ready to respond—

“Sienna! Sienna! Sienna!”

A roar of voices cut through the air. Everyone turned to see a flood of people rushing toward her. Some sprinted, shouting as they ran.

“Sienna, I’m your biggest fan! What are you wearing today? I want to wear the exact same thing!”

“Sienna! I’m from Royal S Magazine—can I get a quick interview?”

“Look over here! I represent Tina Jewelry! Would you consider being our brand ambassador?”

“I don’t want to bother you, but could you please sign this? It’ll only take a second!”

A crowd of eager admirers swarmed around her, thrusting business cards and autograph books into her hands. Among them were celebrities, journalists, jewelry executives, singers, and even company owners—each one a recognizable name. Were these high-profile individuals truly her fans? Had they canceled their appointments just to see her here? Vanessa’s face darkened with fury. Though she had many fans, Sienna’s supporters were influential figures. Even at the peak of her own career, Vanessa had never attracted this level of elite attention. Important people usually sent assistants or subordinates in their place.

Vanessa’s fans fell silent, recognizing famous faces in the crowd. They quickly pulled out their phones, scrambling to capture the moment. How lucky to witness so many luminaries in one day! The scene had flipped entirely. Now Sienna was the one surrounded, while Vanessa stood ignored.

‘Did Miles arrange all this?’ Sienna wondered, scanning the crowd with a hint of suspicion.

She responded calmly. “Please reach out to my manager for any professional inquiries. As for autographs…” She didn’t have a pen. But rejecting these enthusiastic admirers felt rude. An idea struck her. She accepted the cards, then pulled a lipstick from her bag. Gasps rippled through the crowd.

“That’s a Guerlain Golden Diamond Lipstick! It costs three hundred and fifty thousand dollars!”

“My god—I heard the case is made of 18-karat gold weighing a hundred and ten grams! Hand-set with a hundred ninety-nine diamonds!”

“She’s signing with a lipstick that expensive? She really is the Diamond Boss!”

“Sign my shirt, Sienna! Please!”

Even some of Vanessa’s fans broke away, rushing toward Sienna, begging for a signature worth more than most cars.