Chapter 2

At seven in the morning, Seaside International Airport was packed with people. Three HD cameras for Wild Survival Live were stationed at the entrance, catching every guest as they walked in.

The stream started, but viewers had already shot past 500,000, and the comment section was exploding, covering the whole screen.

[She's here. Scarlett the wild card has finally arrived.]

[Can't wait to see her break down. This isn't some red carpet where she can act all high and mighty.]

[Vivian the Diva is here too. Scarlett, don't mess with our Vivian.]

[Ethan is so handsome. Someone kick Scarlett out already.]

Scarlett dragged a sleek black hiking backpack behind her, rocking loose black cargo pants and a cropped white sweatshirt.

Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and she showed up bare-faced, her sharp brows and eyes giving off a totally different vibe

She was a far cry from the pampered heiress everyone was used to seeing.

As soon as she stepped into the camera's view, a reporter rushed over with a microphone. "Miss Scarlett West, you still haven't apologized for shoving someone on the red carpet.

"Are you here to clean up your image with this survival show?"

Scarlett didn't even break stride, but shot the reporter a sideways glance and replied with a lazy drawl, "Clean up my image?

"My face is way cleaner than yours. What's there to clean? And you, shoving that mic in my face like that. Aren't you afraid I'll snap it in half?"

The reporter was left speechless, and the live chat instantly exploded.

[What is up with Scarlett today? She's not playing by the rules at all.]

[Her wild streak is showing big time. And honestly, I'm kinda loving it.]

[Don't bother defending her. She's just plain rude.]

Scarlett paid no attention to the exploding live chat and walked straight to the guest area. She had barely come to a stop when a soft, delicate voice called out.

"Scarlett, you're here too," Vivian said, dressed in a white dress and carrying a dainty pink backpack.

She gave a gentle smile and reached out, trying to take Scarlett's arm. "I don't blame you for what happened on the red carpet. Let's try to get along, okay?"

Ethan stood beside Vivian, his gaze cold as he fixed it on Scarlett. He warned, "Scarlett, don't mess around. Just focus on the show."

The other guests glanced over, and Zoey Ray, the popular young actress, pouted and whispered to Michael Chancellor, the veteran actor next to her, "Same old routine. Scarlett's definitely about to freak out again."

Summer Lane, the influencer, was live, streaming on her phone, her camera fixed on Scarlett, a mischievous grin on her face as she waited for the drama to kick off.

Everyone was waiting for Scarlett to throw a fit like the old her, ready to see her clash with Vivian.

Scarlett simply stepped back, neatly sidestepping Vivian's hand. Her brows furrowed in pure annoyance as she snapped, "Don't touch me. That perfume on your hands is so strong, it's making me sick."

Vivian's hand froze in mid, air, her smile instantly wiped away. Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Ethan, her voice soft and pitiful. "Ethan, I just wanted to make up with Scarlett."

Ethan's face darkened as he stepped in front of Vivian, glaring at Scarlett. He snapped, "Scarlett. That's way out of line. Vivian was being nice to you. How could you say something like that?"

[Scarlett is seriously nasty. Vivian isn't even mad anymore, but she keeps crossing the line.]

[Ethan looks so cool protecting Vivian. Scarlett, just leave already.]

[This nutcase is a lost cause. The producers need to boot her ASAP.]

Scarlett let out a cold laugh, crossed her arms, and tilted her chin at Ethan. Her voice was low but carried, every word coming through loud and clear on the live mic.

"Being nice? Please. She's just here to leech off my fame. I'm topping the trending charts right now, way more buzz than some clout chaser like her.

"And Ethan, drop the fake concern. What is this, a soap opera audition? Wild Survival Live isn't a movie set, so spare me the drama."