His Genius Wife Is A Superstar Chapter 1666: Lost a Million Dollars?

Jericho Maya posed additional inquiries to the pair, yet in his heart, he recognized that Iris Long had already unveiled the golden egg during this session. He chose not to prolong things further and wrapped up the interview positively.

Satisfaction filled both parties.

Jericho along with his crew were eager to dive into the day's captured material. Shaping the unedited clips promised to be enjoyable. Jericho himself itched to participate directly in the editing phase.

Over the years, as his editing team gained greater expertise, he had loosened his control and permitted them to apply their creativity while he attended to his primary duties. It had been quite some time since he last engaged so deeply in the after-production work. For this particular interview, he intended to scrutinize and refine every single frame. The anticipation thrilled him!

Iris extended an invitation for lunch, though they turned it down, mentioning their packed agenda and reluctance to interrupt her subsequent commitments. She refrained from pressing them, picking up on their eagerness to prepare the episode for airing.

For her part, the excitement she anticipated didn't fully materialize. In the end, her status as a global billionaire stemmed from an inheritance rather than the enterprises she had envisioned building herself.

Revealing it to the world on her terms now beat allowing others to uncover it via sloppy probes.

By doing so, she could better manage how the information spread. She also aimed to draw attention to herself, thereby shielding her children from excessive examination, since they too had inherited a significant sum from their great-grandmother.

Following their departure from the hotel, Jericho and his group rushed directly to the production facility, though Jericho first cautioned every team member against leaking any interview specifics.

Each promised to guard the details tightly, particularly the revelation that Iris Long had joined the ranks of genuine billionaires, matching her spouse.

All of them pictured the massive uproar this interview would unleash.

The episode was bound to elevate their program, "Discover with Jericho Maya," to unprecedented levels, and maybe even launch them into the global media arena.

Once Jericho and his crew departed, Iris and her group went back to their upstairs suite. They arranged for lunch and took a brief break afterward. Their day's itinerary remained as demanding as ever.

Iris's Filipino acting instructor arrived for a short training.

As she practiced with the instructor in one section of the living space, Jin Liwei's expression turned as somber as charcoal.

The styling crew and the rest avoided him carefully.

"What's bothering the sir boss?" the makeup artist wondered.

"Yeah, I'm curious too," the hair stylist added.

"He seems like he's misplaced a fortune!" the nail technician chimed in.

Dom rolled his eyes at that remark. "Given how dependable and composed Sir Boss is, do you really believe he'd drop a million that effortlessly?" He let out a sigh. "Money's not the issue. He wouldn't falter over a couple million lost. If it's not cash, then what? It's all about our Boss Iris. He's concerned she's pushing herself too much and wearing out!"

Hair stylist: "So why not just halt her?"

Dom: "Haven't you figured out our boss by now? Think she'd quit because somebody asks? Not even her husband could sway her—she'll pursue what she believes is best."

The makeup artist agreed with a nod. "You're right. I've never seen anyone quite so determined and resolute as Boss Iris. And I mean that positively!"

Nail technician: "That's true love! Despite his worries churning his guts into darkness, he holds back to keep her content! Oh, my heart flutters!"

The quartet let out subdued squeals.

Iris shot them a sideways glance.

They figured their hushed chatter went unnoticed, but her exceptional hearing caught every bit.

Upon listening to their words, she looked over at her husband and sent him a wink.

Immediately, Jin Liwei's grim face eased. A faint smile tugged at his lips, signaling his mood's uplift.

Once the brief lesson wrapped up, the acting coach departed at last. The styling team then rushed to Iris, prepping her swiftly.

Soon after, they exited the hotel and proceeded to the following stop. It was the identical network facility that contained the "Ready, Set, Lunch Party" broadcast.

Checking the clock, the live show continued. Iris opted to handle her prior engagement before visiting the midday program set to greet her recent contacts.

This time, their entrance drew milder attention. Still, a few network leaders greeted them warmly and escorted them to the next venue.

They entered a considerably tinier studio. It resembled a spacious, inviting chamber, featuring subdued sofas and a low table. Vibrant blooms were displayed elegantly in delicate porcelain containers. The fresh, floral aroma blended with subtle earthiness greeted them upon entry.

A team of workers approached, guided by a severe-appearing woman in her middle years.

The leaders presented the groups to one another.

"Meet Miss Girl Abante—the host, executive producer, and originator of the talk program. Here are her loyal crew. 'Tonight with Girl Abante' has aired for a decade now. We're aiming for another ten years of triumph—ideally longer."

"This is the world-renowned artist, Miss Iris Long, and her spouse, CEO Liam Jin. Here's Iris's closest companion and aide, Dominic Chua. He's Filipino, just like us. And the remaining members of her entourage."

Girl Abante advanced to clasp their hands.

On initial sight, she appeared rather intimidating.

Her eyes were keen, nose pointed, chin angular—everything about her seemed edged. Her short bob haircut even looked razor-like, as though it might slice if brushed against.

This stood in sharp opposition to her adorable moniker.

Yet when she grinned, as she did presently, her whole presence warmed. From intimidating to inviting. The shift was remarkably clear.

Iris handled it effortlessly.

In her former identity as Evelina Vetrova, she had faced genuinely terrifying figures in every sense. Individuals who appeared angelic yet tormented and slaughtered innocents, including females and kids, all with smiles.

Next to those fiends from her previous existence, Girl Abante's mere appearance posed no threat. Particularly at this moment, with her warm reception.

"I recognize you all," Girl stated in a soft, amiable tone. "You especially, Iris. I've longed to encounter you face-to-face since your tracks began airing on our local stations. Your music echoes in shopping centers, beauty parlors... all over! My dentist and skin specialist now include your instrumental pieces in my visits. I didn't realize initially. It was only after inquiring that they disclosed it came from your 'Rebirth Memories' instrumental collection. Naturally, I purchased it! These days, I insist my chauffeur plays that album during drives. It soothes me and eases my tension amid gridlock. Thanks for heeding my team's request for this chat."

Contrasting her rigid look, Girl turned out to be quite the talker. She lived up to her name, being truly "girly." Such a delightful twist!

She had uttered so much already, mere moments after their introduction.

Iris laughed lightly, valuing the older woman's sincere bid to connect without seeming insincere.

Simultaneously, subtle warning signals tingled within her—the identical sensation from her earlier encounter with Jericho Maya.

On the surface, she beamed and responded, "Delighted to join you. Dom has shared plenty about you. He's an admirer of your program."

Internally, though, she pondered,

Similar to Jericho Maya, Iris sensed that Girl Abante possessed a remarkable talent for putting guests at ease, leading them to disclose everything, even their deepest concealed truths.

Following some cordial exchange, Girl led Iris and the group on a brief walkthrough of the space. Given its smaller scale compared to the "Ready, Set, Lunch Party" setup, they wrapped up quickly.

"I like it," Iris remarked. "Feels like a personal residence. So cozy."

"It is my home," Girl answered. "My goal is for visitors to sense they're entering my space and receiving my warmth. I wish for them to depart feeling embraced and content."

"I'm sensing it already."

"Wonderful! Exactly my aim!"

Then, preparations commenced on both ends.

Despite its modest size, the studio included changing areas for Girl Abante and her visitors.

Iris and her styling squad followed the routine. The team merely refreshed her appearance, having readied her earlier at the hotel. Next, they assisted with a fresh ensemble.

The attire consisted of a relaxed royal blue suit, complete with a tailored tuxedo blazer and wide-legged pants in matching hue. Beneath the jacket, her white silk blouse added a touch of femininity. It blended authority and grace seamlessly.

"Stunning," the glam team commended.

Iris agreed with a nod, pleased with her ensemble for the day.

Her makeup specialist chose a defined style, steering clear of heavy smoky effects. The hairstylist paired it with a smooth, elevated ponytail. Her nails featured a basic French tip with a subtle blue shimmer from specific views.

Her overall vibe radiated commanding and sophisticated executive.

This image suited the talk show she aimed to project here.

Dom had briefed her beforehand on the program's details. Naturally, she had Ketchup probe even further.