Chapter 1Hard Launch, Hard Fall: Canceling My A-List Client

When the newly crowned A-list pop idol Cole Mercer wanted to hard launch his relationship, I begged him to think of his career.

He agreed.

But his non-celebrity girlfriend left a suicide note and vanished forever.

The next day, Cole went on Twitter to accuse me of controlling his life.

I was struck and killed by a car driven by his crazed stans.

He smiled as he watched me take my last breath.

"Does it hurt? The day she left, I hurt more than you."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he said he wanted to go public.

I didn't stop him. I just watched coldly as he made his high-profile announcement and shot to the top of the trending charts.

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Three minutes after Cole’s post went live, our talent agency exploded.

Phones were ringing off the hook. The entire internet was demanding to know if the relationship was real.

The CEO was furious.

"He's only 22! Does he want to ruin his career?! Is this girl some billionaire heiress worth throwing his future away for?"

When he found out Cole’s girlfriend was just an ordinary girl, the CEO completely lost it. He cursed Cole for being a whipped idiot, and then he screamed at me for not stopping him.

Actually, I had stopped him.

And then I died.

In my previous life, on the night Cole took home the "Artist of the Year" award at the Music Video Awards, he suddenly told me he wanted to go public.

He said it was a promise he made to his girlfriend—that on the day he made it to the top, he would give her the official title she deserved.

A pop idol going public during the peak of his career is career suicide. Not to mention, he was just about to kick off a massive arena tour.

I urged him not to backstab his fans right after winning an award they voted for. I told him fans don't spend thousands of dollars on him just to buy his condoms.

He could give her the title in private; there was no need to broadcast it to the world.

Ultimately, Cole agreed.

But his girlfriend believed he had betrayed their love. She left a dramatic goodbye letter and vanished into thin air.

Half a year later, the police found her body washed up by a riverbank.

She had a three-month-old fetus in her womb.

Cole went insane.

Even though the police ruled it an accidental death following an emotional dispute, Cole stubbornly insisted that I had killed her and their unborn child.

The next day, Cole posted a lengthy statement online, accusing me of manipulating his life.

He claimed that from the day he debuted, I had restricted his personal freedom and forced him to do all the fan-service things he hated. He successfully redirected all the fans' intense dissatisfaction onto my head.

He even used a burner account to leak my home address to his most unhinged stalker-stans, inciting them to seek revenge.

On the day I was run over by a car driven by his fans, his usually terrible acting skills reached their absolute peak.

Crying on the outside, he leaned in close to my ear, his voice dripping with smug malice.

"If you hadn't stuck your nose where it didn't belong, she wouldn't have died.

"You're just my manager, not my mother. You don't get to dictate my life.

"You tried to use my fans to threaten me, and in the end, you died by their hands.

"Watch and see. Even if I go public, those brain-dead fans will still throw their money at me to buy my condoms."

Is that so?

If he really hard-launched his relationship, would his rabid fans buy him condoms, or would they buy knives?

Last time, I didn't get to see the answer. So this time, I wanted a front-row seat.