Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism
Chapter 570 Web of Deception

With tears in her eyes, Celeste nodded. "I trust you."

Zelena returned to her seat, letting the makeup artist start removing her makeup.

Since time was tight, she didn't even get a chance to review the photos from the shoot before she hurriedly left with Celeste.

When they arrived back at the company, the police immediately took Celeste away for questioning.

The police showing up at the company caused quite a stir, even reaching the CEO of Marina Media.

The CEO, Marlon Brewer, and the higher-ups were all in the middle of a meeting when they saw Celeste being escorted out.

Zelena stood there, feeling their eyes on her.

Clifford showed up late. "Lena, what's going on?"

Zelena forced a smile. "I'm not sure. I think it's about the missing jewelry from that last event. They're probably just asking Celeste for some details. She should be back soon. I'm exhausted from the shoot, so I'm going to rest for a bit." With that, Zelena quickly made her exit.

Clifford followed her.

The group outside the conference room exchanged glances.

Someone spoke up, "The whole Polly situation has really blown up lately. Who knows what's true?"

"I've worked with Polly before. She didn't seem like that kind of person. She was actually pretty quiet."

"Well, you never really know someone, do you?"

Zelena went into the artists' lounge and immediately contacted the law firm.

Clifford caught up to her.

"Lena, what the hell is going on? Why did they take Celeste?"

Zelena knew that the fewer people who knew about this, the better, so she didn't want to tell Clifford.

"I don't know," she replied without looking back.

Clifford stepped closer, his tone serious.

"I'm your manager. You need to tell me what's really going on! If you don't, I won't be able to help you, even if I want to!" Zelena hesitated for a moment but still didn't reveal anything to Clifford.

"Clifford, I really don't know."

Clifford gave her a searching look. "Alright, if you say so."

"By the way, Mr. Brewer held a meeting at the company today. We're going to be signing a batch of new artists later this year. You veterans will need to help guide them."

Zelena waved her hand dismissively. "Got it."

It wasn't anything new that the company's veterans would need to mentor the newcomers.

Zelena didn't have time to deal with this right now.

After Clifford left the artists' lounge, Zelena contacted a well-known law firm in Quinston.

Meanwhile, Celeste was taken to the police station for questioning.

She insisted that she hadn't sent any money to Horace and didn't even know who he was.

When asked about the 500 dollars, she stammered and couldn't give a clear explanation, claiming it might have been a fraudulent transaction.

Since all of Celeste's

communication with Horace had et

been online and the two had never metin person, her denial made the investigation more difficult.

"Even if I knew him, and even if I had sent him money to post on Facebook, so what? Did he lie in his posts? Officers, is this really defamation? "Ms. Blake's necklace wasn't stolen?

"Didn't you replace the necklace in Polly's makeup bag?

"Weren't the police on the scene?"

Celeste's words were forceful.

Shirley, who was standing by the door with a colleague from the firm, overheard everything.

The colleague commented, "She's using classic misdirection. This assistant isn't as clueless as we thought-she's twisting the facts!" Shirley turned to leave.

"Don't waste time on this. Our goal is

to replace out who actually stole the necklace. If we can get Horace to record a video apology, that should calm things down online. Zelena has already hired a lawyer, so they'll probably be contacting us soon."

Meanwhile, on set.

"Cut! Let's take a break. Makeup artist, touch up Chad's forehead."

Aster walked over and handed a towel to Violeta.

They had just finished filming a chase scene, and Violeta had been running with a suitcase, sweating profusely.

Violeta took the towel and wiped her sweat.

Aster said, "Ms. White, you have a missed call."

Violeta nodded, walked off set, and checked her phone.

It was a call from Shirley.