Transmigrated as The Best Female Character of the Year

"Evan Fairchild! You get back here! Hurry up and say my Sweetie is the prettiest, the best-looking!"

From behind came Shawn Fisher’s roar and a baby’s cries.

"There, there, Sweetie, good girl, don’t cry, don’t cry. Daddy wasn’t scolding you. Daddy’s talking about that scoundrel Evan Fairchild. When our Sweetie grows up, you must never get involved with a man from the Fairchild Family, you hear me?"

"See? Who knows what Evan Fairchild is up to this time, using Daddy to scare you like this! You know, everyone says Daddy is a tough guy, but Evan Fairchild is the truly ruthless one! We don’t hang out with the Fairchild Family, okay? From now on, stay far away whenever you see them!"

...

Melody Monroe stepped off the treadmill, her legs trembling.

’I never felt this way when I was heavier.’

’Who knew losing even a single pound would be this hard!’

Rose Shaw entered the gym and saw Melody Monroe’s state. The corners of her lips curved up, but as soon as she saw Melody looking in her direction, she immediately put on a stern face and walked forward.

"Rose, I’m not slacking. I really can’t run anymore," Melody Monroe said the moment she saw her.

"I found out what’s going on with the online incident. I came to discuss it with you."

’They figured it out that quickly?’ Melody Monroe immediately asked, "Who did it?"

"Rhona Hughes. Even though she’s also one of Stellaris’s people, I won’t stand for this kind of behavior. Don’t worry, leave the rest to me."

’Rhona Hughes. It’s her again!’

"Rose, there’s something else I haven’t told you."

"What is it?"

"My injury last time... it wasn’t an accident."

"Not an accident?" Rose Shaw was stunned.

"I remembered more later—someone did it on purpose! The culprit was a crew member in charge of props. That person disappeared right after I was injured."

"Do you remember what that person looked like?"

"I do. I also remember that person was in contact with Rhona Hughes’s assistant. I saw them talking privately on set."

"Rhona Hughes again! In that case, I won’t make a move on her for now. We’ll wait until we’ve gathered the evidence and settle the score with her all at once."

"What about the gown for the charity gala? I wonder if she had a hand in that too," Melody Monroe asked.

Rose Shaw shook her head. "We’re not sure yet. Too many people were there that night. Plus, it was a hotel room with no security cameras, so it’s difficult to investigate."

"For now, the paparazzi are cooperating, so I’ll handle the transition online. I looked into it, and the comments under those flame posts are all from hired accounts. That means it hasn’t had a major negative impact. But as for the doubts from the original novel’s fans, you’ll have to rely on your own talent. Let your acting do the talking."

"Okay!" Melody Monroe nodded firmly. "Rose, thank you."

She knew Rose Shaw was exceptionally capable, but she hadn’t expected her to be this efficient—to have found out everything so clearly in just one day.

"Melody, are you sure you’re not involved with some powerful figure?"

"I swear! I’m really not!"

Seeing Melody Monroe’s earnest expression, Rose Shaw no longer suspected her.

But she really couldn’t figure it out. Landon Harmon was a notorious scoundrel, so how had he been disciplined into being so perfectly obedient?

After all, many people in the industry had suffered at Landon Harmon’s hands.

When she had first learned that Landon Harmon was responsible, her own heart had clenched with worry.

Now, Landon Harmon was like a frightened bird, completely stripped of his former arrogance, cooperating with her arrangements as meekly as a lamb.