Yu Jia's grip on her phone was vice-like, her nails digging into the sleek metal casing.
She read the comments over and over, each one stoking the fire in her chest.
— "Yu Jia who? Y.L Mongolia just stole the entire industry's attention in one day."
— "I always thought Yu Jia was untouchable, but Y.L Mongolia's voice? The control, the power… there's no competition."
— "Isn't it ironic? The queen of the industry might lose her throne to the very person she thought she wouldn't. A NEWBIE."
The last comment made her stomach twist.
A Newbie.
Her lips curled in disdain.
So, they were already starting with that narrative, huh?
The whispers of doubt weren't just about her talent anymore. No, people were beginning to question.
Question her career.
Question her rise to fame.
Question just how much of it had come from Y.L Mongolia—no, from Yu Lixue.
She hated that name.
