Reborn With a Money-Making System: Ruined Actress to Nation's Treasure-Chapter 112: The Hidden Brixton Arrives

Author’s POV

"Who’s that?" people murmured when a car stopped right in front of the red carpet. They already had a list of cars and celebrities arriving, but this license plate looked unfamiliar.

"Could it be some unknown celebrity?" one of the reporters asked.

"Wait, wait! I think I heard a rumor that a hidden member of the Brixton family would be attending!"

That sentence alone was enough to send excitement through the crowd. Heads turned, cameras lifted, and whispers spread fast, like fish swimming in the same direction all at once.

"He’s Victor Brixton’s illegitimate son!"

Right after someone said that, the SUV parked at the entrance opened. Lando was the first to get out with his wheelchair. Originally, he wanted to use crutches, but Helcia insisted he use the wheelchair instead, saying it would be better since the event would be long and they would have to walk far.

Maybe it would make his entrance look less impressive, but Helcia didn’t care. It was still better than letting her husband hurt his legs further.

But honestly, even in a wheelchair, he still looked as stunning as ever, so much so that the photographers immediately lifted their cameras and took shot after shot of him.

"So the rumor is true? Victor Brixton really has a crippled son?"

"Yeah. Maybe it’s karma from his mother."

Lando’s jaw tightened. He didn’t need to hear it clearly to know those words were directed at him.

The only reason he became disabled was because of an accident, not because of karma or any other ridiculous thing like that.

Besides, how dare the universe punish a child for the sins of their parents?

It never made sense to him.

Fortunately, Lando didn’t have to dwell on his anger for long once he saw Helcia step out of the car.

Everyone around the red carpet immediately gasped, holding their breath as long as they could, because the woman standing before them looked as stunning as a goddess.

Her gown flowed softly with every touch of wind, the fabric catching the light in the most magical way. And when Helcia turned to the reporters, giving them a bright smile and a cheerful little wave, hearts in the crowd practically skipped a beat.

[Congratulations, Host! You have successfully completed your mission: Show Off Your Beauty!]

[Reward: $65,000 has been credited to your account.]

[Remaining Balance: $365,976]

Helcia was taken aback for a moment because she didn’t expect to complete that mission so quickly. But when she turned her head, she realized there were other celebrities around the red carpet. All of them, without exception, were looking at her with eyes filled with admiration, though some of them also showed a gaze full of jealousy and hate.

In the middle of the glittering crowd, Helcia’s gaze suddenly froze. There—among the laughing and sparkling celebrities—stood someone she hadn’t seen in a very, very long time.

Lariette Archer.

The "dear friend" who once smiled beside her, and then pushed her straight off the edge of her life.

Just like in the past, Lariette still acted sweet and innocent in front of others. She smiled and giggled while chatting with fellow celebrities.

If someone didn’t know better, they would think she was pure and harmless, but Helcia knew better now, so she would never fall for that act again.

On the other side, Lando grew confused when he saw the smile on Helcia’s face slowly fade. And whether she realized it or not, her fingers had begun to tremble. It was not too noticeably, but enough for Lando to understand that something was wrong with his wife.

Without saying a word, he reached for her hand, slipping his fingers between hers. To his surprise, Helcia immediately squeezed his hand back, so tightly that he almost thought she was trying to crush it.

In less than a second, she forced herself to breathe and lifted her smile again for the cameras. The reporters still didn’t know who she was, but soon enough, they would hunt for her name like hungry wolves.

Helcia and Lando moved forward through the noise, only to suddenly come face-to-face with one of his brothers, Maxwell Brixton.

"Oh, brother, I didn’t know you had the nerve to show up here," Maxwell said with a smile, voice dripping with mockery even as he posed politely for the flashing cameras. He stepped closer, leaned down a bit, and casually draped his arm over Lando’s shoulder like they were close.

"Keep smiling, my dear brother," he murmured, pretending to be affectionate while pressing his weight onto Lando, as if he was intentionally trying to hurt his shoulder.

"Please, be careful." Helcia spoke softly, but silently brushed Maxwell’s hand away until he lifted it off Lando’s shoulder. "You’ll hurt my husband."

Maxwell fixed his eyes on Helcia, wondering why this little bitch dared to give him an order. Dark thoughts flashed through his mind, but before he could act on any of them, Lando gave him a light push, just enough to make him step back from his wife.

"Stop fooling around." Lando’s stare turned sharp. "Unless you want to ruin your image in front of the public."

Maxwell gritted his teeth, clearly itching to cause trouble, but the presence of cameras was apparently enough to hold him back.

They gave the reporters a few formal poses before finally entering the ballroom inside the luxury 5-star hotel.

Inside, countless round tables were arranged for the guests, most seating four to five people. But for some reason, Lando and Helcia were seated alone.

Their table was placed in the farthest corner of the room, a clear sign that they were being treated as unimportant. Not only that, their table was smaller, and the chair given to Helcia wasn’t even covered with a white cloth and had no cushion on it.

Lando let out a harsh sigh, irritation boiling in his chest at the sight of such a bad chair being given to his wife.

He immediately stopped one of the waiters and said, "Don’t you have another chair? Something more comfortable for my wife?"

The waiter glanced at the name card on the table, then shrugged casually. "We’re sorry, Young Master, but Mr. Brixton instructed us to use leftover chairs for you."