After privately reviewing for half a day, only a few of Emily Bennett's fans showed up, but she did manage to catch quite a few of Henry Clark's fans.

These are undercover haters!

After working all afternoon, in the end, only nine people passed the review and joined the support group.

It really is miserable...

But it's still better than nothing. Emily Bennett pulled herself together and sent a message in the group: "Hello everyone, I am the new official fan club president of the Olivia Carter team. From today on, I will work together with all of you to help Olivia Carter become even better. All the official accounts for voting, anti-black, and online promotion groups have been reclaimed, and soon they will be distributed to everyone according to your individual situations. Each of you was personally selected and strictly vetted by me to join the fan club, so I believe you all truly like Olivia Carter. So, from here on out, it's a new world, a new beginning—let's work hard together."

The fans personally reviewed by Emily Bennett were all genuine, die-hard fans. Hearing the official fan club president say this, they were instantly fired up and responded enthusiastically in the group.

Emily Bennett assigned the reclaimed official accounts to the nine people according to their jobs, ages, and rest times, and also made a list of the different responsibilities for each official account.

Seeing the nine people in the group all praising her work efficiency and planning, Emily Bennett couldn't help but sigh—after so many years in the fan circle, chasing stars for so long, it finally came in handy!

After handling the fan club matters, it was already getting dark. Emily Bennett tidied up and went out to meet William Carter.

There was a traffic jam on the way, and William Carter was half an hour late. When he hurriedly arrived at Xifeng Waterside Pavilion, the waiter led him to Shoufeng Pavilion. Pushing the door open, he saw someone sitting cross-legged, brewing tea with a teapot.

Behind her was a large landscape screen. She wore a long white dress, her long hair draped over her chest, perfectly complementing the landscape painting.

"Sorry, there was a bit of traffic on the way." William Carter walked over and politely reached out his hand. The person on the bamboo mat looked up, her makeup-free face coming into his view.

William Carter blurted out, "Emily Bennett? Why is it you?"

Seeing her own brother standing in front of her, she could no longer acknowledge him as his sister. Emily Bennett felt a wave of sadness in her heart, but forced herself to smile: "Why can't it be me? Sit."

William Carter sat down, still full of suspicion.

That night when Emily Bennett had a breakdown at the entrance of the Qiao family home had left him uneasy. He had never figured out why this female celebrity had shown up at his door saying such strange things, and now, unexpectedly, she had sought him out again.

William Carter looked at her warily. "Emily Bennett, what exactly do you want from me?"

Author's note: Little Olivia: Not only am I my own fan club president, I also do my own anti-black and data work.

Chapter 6

The person who was once closest to her now looked at her with such unfamiliar and wary eyes that Emily Bennett felt bitterness on the tip of her tongue. In the past, even though William Carter always called her a brainless fangirl, he would still mobilize the entire law firm staff to help her snatch Henry Clark's concert tickets.

He never said it, but he couldn't bear to see his little sister suffer even a little.

Emily Bennett knew all this. She had once been endlessly grateful to her parents and to fate for giving her a brother, but now that brother had been taken back by fate. No matter how great the grievance, she could no longer throw herself into his arms to cry and act spoiled.

Emily Bennett lowered her head to pour him tea, forcing back the tears in her eyes. After taking a deep breath or two, she finally spoke slowly: "I told you on the phone, I have some legal matters I want to consult you about."

William Carter glanced at her a few times, sensing that she didn't seem to be faking it, and relaxed a little. As long as it was work-related, there was no problem—he had helped celebrities handle financial disputes before.

He relaxed. "Tell me about your situation."

Emily Bennett took a document out of her bag and handed it to him. "Take a look at this first."

William Carter took it and saw that it was an artist contract. As he flipped through it, his expression grew more and more shocked, until he even forgot his professional manners. "My god, how could you sign a contract like this?"

Emily Bennett sighed and took out her phone. "Listen to this, too."

She played the recording from the afternoon with Sarah Cooper.

After listening, William Carter was so shocked his jaw nearly dropped. What kind of industry secrets were these? Is the entertainment industry really this messy?

Emily Bennett gave a helpless smile and took a sip of hot tea to steady her emotions. "Let me sum it up for you. Five years ago, my dad committed suicide by jumping off a building after racking up three million in gambling debts. The loan sharks came after my mom and me for the money. When I couldn't pay, they kidnapped me and forced me to take nude photos. My current agent, Sarah Cooper, paid off the three million for me, and the price was this unfair contract. Now I want to terminate the contract, and Sarah Cooper is threatening me with the nude photos. I came to you because I want to know if I can protect myself legally."

William Carter was still in shock.

Emily Bennett wasn't in a hurry. She finished a pot of tea, brewed another, and finally William Carter came back to his senses and frowned at her. "You just told me all this? Aren't you afraid it will get out?"

"I came to you because I trust you one hundred percent. Like I said, I don't trust anyone but you."

He didn't know where her inexplicable confidence came from, but being trusted so unconditionally still moved William Carter a little.

Emily Bennett handed over a document. "This is the transcript of that recording."