Chloe stayed at the hospital for about an hour before leaving. She thought keeping a low profile would prevent anyone from noticing—but less than two hours later, news of her hospital visit to see the injured extra shot straight to number three on the trending list.

  Chloe was stunned.

  "Was it Wendy?" she asked Taylor, confused.

  Since signing with Wendy, she'd reported all her activities—including today's hospital visit, which Wendy had approved.

  Taylor shook her head. "Probably not. Wendy's never been one to stir up publicity with stuff like this."

  Edward studied the trending post. "Must be paparazzi. Look at the angle—clearly a candid shot outside the hospital room."

  He reassured Chloe, "It's okay. Shootie's crawling with paparazzi. News about last night's on-set injury trended right after midnight. Probably a bunch of reporters and photographers hoping to interview the victim today. They wouldn't dare make noise inside the hospital, so they snuck in—and happened to catch us in the room."

  The Destined to Be Queen set was consistently buzzy. Media loved stories with built-in heat.

  Edward's reasoning made sense. Taylor nodded. "Probably. It's fine—good exposure, actually. Positive image. There's never been news like this before."

  In essence, no one in the industry cared about extras' affairs. Chloe was breaking new ground.

  The comments were overwhelmingly positive—calling Chloe kind-hearted and beautiful. The few haters trying to call it a publicity stunt were quickly drowned out.

  Momentum-trolling accounts followed the prevailing winds. Seeing the positive feedback, they joined in, chasing traffic for their own pages.

  But Chloe felt uneasy reading the coverage. She'd never intended to use this for self-promotion. Now, with a top trending spot and praise everywhere, it seemed calculated.

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  Chloe was simple—her thoughts easy to read. Taylor knew exactly what she was thinking just by looking at her face.

  "It's okay, Chloe. We did nothing wrong." Taylor patted her shoulder. "Even if you don't want to be a celebrity, just being an actor means occasionally trending from candid shots. You'll have to get used to it."

  Edward chuckled. "What some people would kill for—teams spend fortunes crafting campaigns that never hit like this—and Chloe gets it effortlessly. Truly, some starve while others drown."

  A joke—but it snapped Chloe out of her spiral. She looked up sharply. "Oh no. If I dwell on this, won't it look like I'm getting all the benefits and still complaining? That's bad..."

  Her reaction made Taylor and Edward laugh. Taylor grinned. "Exactly. If artists desperate for attention saw you turning up your nose at it, they'd call you a hypocrite. How many people in this industry genuinely don't care about fame?"

  Chloe nodded slowly, muttering, "Take it as it comes, I guess. Let the media do what they want. We'll just be ourselves."

  As they'd guessed, someone was losing their mind over this.

  Veronica stared at the trending list: third place, "Chloe Discreetly Visits Injured Extra at Hospital." Her cheeks trembled with rage. Jealousy twisted her features.

  Just yesterday, she'd celebrated her birthday on set, posted group photos, and coordinated with frequent collaborators to boost the posts. Her name had quickly climbed the charts.

  Now, within a day, Chloe had shot straight to number three—and Veronica's own name had plummeted out of the top thirty.

  Worse, people flooded her birthday post comments, attacking: "An extra broke his leg on set and you didn't even check on him—just partied for yourself."

  What did that have to do with her?

  She didn't break his leg. But that's how comparisons worked. When there's a contrast, people pick sides.

  Other actors staying silent were fine. But she'd posted birthday photos—so she became the target.

  "Veronica... maybe we should delete that post?" her assistant ventured cautiously.

  Veronica whipped around, glaring. Her team fell silent.

  "That's your solution?" She swept her gaze over them venomously. "What use are any of you?"

  Heads bowed. No one spoke. When the boss was this volatile, silence was safest unless you had the perfect answer.

  Half an hour later, another Chloe-related topic shot to number one.

  Someone had discovered the social media account of Tammy—that obscure extra—and found the group photo he'd posted with Chloe's team.

  Netizens flooded his page. Tammy earnestly replied to many comments, including:

  "Never met Miss Chloe before today. Never crossed paths on set or spoken a word."

  "She showed up out of nowhere. Didn't expect it at all."

  "No staged photos—only her two assistants were with her."

  "Mr. Bryan's assistant Marcus came too. Very grateful to Mr. Bryan as well."

  Tammy's replies fanned the flames, boosting Chloe's public image further. And Tammy himself trended for the first time in his life—all because of Miss Chloe.

  As the news spread, Chloe's sincere gesture won her not only massive casual fan support, but something more crucial: the attention of an overlooked community.

  Extras.

  Their numbers were unimaginable to outsiders, yet they were invisible to insiders.

  And in this moment, Chloe saw them.

  Because Tammy was the embodiment of millions of extras.

  That evening, Chloe arrived on set. Extras who usually never dared approach the leads now greeted her warmly, calling her name. Some even stopped to chat.

  Chloe welcomed them all, treating everyone with kindness.

  Then, during prep, Veronica appeared beside her.

  Chloe started to greet her—but Veronica spoke first, her tone laced with sarcasm disguised as playfulness.

  "Saw the trends. Congratulations. Overwhelmingly positive, I see."