Chapter 79
From Ashes to Queen: Now I Call the Shots
79 The Dreamer’s Identity
Colt’s brows were nearly twisted into a knot as he shot Stanley a cold look.
“Speaking of your own sister like that in public–Mr. Stanley, quite the gentleman, aren’t you?”
Stanley flared up instantly, but when he remembered Colt’s identity, he had to swallow his temper.
“Officer Colt, the
are things you don’t know,” he said, forcing composure. “I’m not here to argue who’s right or wrong. Even if she’s ungrateful, I still want to leave her a way out.”
Colt touched the top button of his collar. If he wasn’t in uniform, he probably would’ve punched someone already.
Scarlett tugged lightly at his sleeve. “Let’s go.”
“Yeah.” Colt didn’t want to waste another second on those two either and turned to leave.
Just then, Scarlett’s phone buzzed. She instinctively opened a notification.
Luke suddenly let out a startled cry. “The Dreamer just opened their inbox!”
Stanley’s anger was instantly forgotten. He leaned over to look at the screen.
“The location… the location is…”
Luke froze, staring up in confusion. “Right in front of us?”
Stanley followed his gaze. Standing just ahead was Scarlett–completely alone. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ƒindNoᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access s of novels early and in the highest quality.
That couldn’t be right.
This hacker must be garbage.
Then the hacker’s message popped up.
“I cracked the virtual number linked to that email. Sending it now.”
Luke opened the message, tapped the number, and called.
Stanley’s eyes bulged the moment he saw those digits. He had an excellent memory. That number belonged
to-
Scarlett’s phone began to ring.
She glanced at the caller ID, her expression darkening, then hung up.
On Luke’s end, an automated voice came through: “Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable…”
He didn’t want to believe what he was seeing. He closed his eyes, Maybe it was just a bad dream.
Colt exhaled a long breath, smiling slightly as he watched their faces tie up like twisted ropes.
Stanley looked like he’d just been hit by lightning. His complexion turned pale as he kept shaking his head.
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“No. No, this can’t be right. There’s no way.”
“She can’t be The Dreamer. No way.”
“That hacker you hired must’ve screwed up, Luke. This is bullshit!”
Luke wanted to believe that too. But the hacker he hired ranked in the top five on the dark web . There was no way he’d make such a rookie mistake.
Which meant… Scarlett might really be The Dreamer.
He suddenly remembered.
Back when Scarlett first joined the Joyner family, Stanley’s career was tanking. During a visit to set, Scarlett had spontaneously written ten episodes for a nearby director.
That director had been blown away by the scripts–said they were genius.
In the end, Stanley landed the role of the second male lead. The character was a fan favorite, and he gained millions of followers from that drama alone,
At the time, everyone had chalked it up to a lucky break.
But thinking back now…
That director was notoriously picky and held serious status in the industry. Why would he have paid any attention to someone like Stanley?
Later, The Dreamer started submitting scripts anonymously to major directors–no licensing fees, just one condition: the right to name a specific actor.
Stanley had been “randomly” selected again and again.
Each time, the role fit him like a glove. He barely had to act–just show up and speak, and the audience loved him.
No one ever thought to connect the dots.
But now, it was all adding up. Horrifyingly so .
“No wonder some directors called him The Dreamer’s personal golden boy,” Luke muttered. “So that’s what it was. That’s what it always was.”
Stanley’s face shifted rapidly from green to gray. His hands clenched into fists, the veins bulging beneath his skin, pulsing with rage.
He refused to believe it.
He refused to believe that the fame he took such pride in had been handed to him by Scarlett.
That the adoptive sister he’d always looked down on was the genius he idolized.
That Scarlett, of all people, had hidden her brilliance so well for so long.
He wanted to crack open her skull and see if her brain really held all that talent.
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“You’re The Dreamer ? ” he demanded.
He even started wondering if she’d stolen all those scripts from Rebecca. But the timeline didn’t matef
The Dreamer had exploded onto the scene five years ago, long before Scarlett and Rebecca ever met . Back then, Rebecca had been shielded by the Joyner family – she never crossed paths with Scarlett.
So the truth was undeniable.
Scarlett met his gaze and laughed softly. “No, I’m not.”
That should satisfy them now.
Maybe then they’d finally leave her alone.
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