Chapter 1252 The Studio (II)

• After Chadwick Fullner finished handling Twitter and all that, he casually checked Belinda Hayes’s Twitter, something he hadn’t kept up with lately because of work. One glance and he froze. Her feed had turned into a nonstop promo machine. Her schedule was jam-packed—album production, press, concerts, ad shoots, and a new film about to start. The dates were wild: in the morning she’d be in Hudsontown promoting the new album, that night she might be in Gourfast for a fan meet, and the next day she’d show up in Sokchov for a commercial gig. She was crisscrossing the whole country with zero downtime. If she wasn’t on a plane, she was working. He even wondered if she ever slept—half her posts were pushed out in the dead of night.
• Looked like after coming back from overseas, Belinda’s career had jumped to a whole new level—full-on liftoff. She’d become one of the most-watched stars of the moment. Chadwick didn’t know what those gigs or albums pulled in exactly, but it had to be crazy money. Her comment section showed tens of millions of fans, plenty of them head-over-heels obsessed. Of course there were haters, too. That’s just how it goes. If you only get love, people start doubting. Bottom line, Belinda had nailed both fame and fortune. Right now, she basically had it all.
• Staring at those posts, Chadwick frowned. He was practical to the core—he knew what it costs to succeed, costs most folks can’t imagine. He also knew Belinda. Beyond the spotlight, she had a real dream and drive for music. But living like this—no breath, no pause—was that really what she wanted?