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title: "Kiss me12 video ad, 2 days running"
url: https://findwinningads.com/ads/1437488718488555
updated: 2026-10-31T07:51:41.527Z
source: WinningAds (findwinningads.com), public Meta Ad Library data
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# Kiss me12 video ad, 2 days running

Kiss me12 has run this video ad on Facebook and Instagram since 29 Oct 2026: 2 days, still running.

| Fact | Value |
| --- | --- |
| Brand | [Kiss me12](https://findwinningads.com/brands/kiss-me12) |
| Started | 29 Oct 2026 |
| Ended | Still running |
| Days running | 2 |
| Format | Video |
| Versions | 1 |
| Platforms | FACEBOOK, INSTAGRAM |
| Sends people to | website |
| Category | Men's casual wear |
| Meta Ad Library | https://www.facebook.com/ads/library/?id=1437488718488555 |

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"Priscilla, quit cowering in there and get your ass out here!""You're going on that survival show, or the Hayes family is done with you, you filthy animal!"The shrill scolding cut through the door and exploded in Priscilla’s ears, loud and familiar. That voice belonged to her own flesh and blood—her mother, Megan Hayes. But instead of panic, a strange calm settled over Priscilla. Her eyes stayed empty, detached, as if the woman screaming outside meant nothing to her.She'd been through this before. She'd lived this once—and died from it.In her past life, Priscilla bent over backward for everyone on the reality show, hoping to win over her castmates and viewers. She convinced herself the show was the Hayes family's attempt to make amends.After all, Priscilla had been kidnapped as a child and spent twenty years trapped in the backwoods.She only escaped because the couple who'd raised her tried to marry her off to an old bachelor in his fifties for bride price, hoping to use the money to fund their own son's wedding.In that home, she felt no family warmth—only beatings, scoldings, and bruises.Having never known real family love, Priscilla longed for it. More than anything, she cared about family.She truly believed that if she did well on the show, her real family would finally accept her.She braved a violent rainstorm and even risked her life to lure a venomous snake away from her second-oldest brother, Carlos. Every time, she pushed herself to the limit.But in return? A raging fever, her brother's disgust, and the contempt of her teammates...By the time the show wrapped, Priscilla had become a total joke.Online, she got absolutely dragged."HayesFamilyRealDaughterIsTrash—YellsatWaiterinPublic""BloodVsUpbringingBiancaIsClassItself""WhenWillPriscillaDie"She couldn't figure out why Bianca, the girl raised as the Hayes family's daughter, hated her so much.What did I even do wrong?Priscilla had no one to talk to. She'd cry into her blanket, wiping her own tears.Her so-called blood relatives didn't treat her like a person.Her father snapped, "Look at yourself, Priscilla. You're not even worth as much as the family dog. From now on, tell people you're our maid."Her mother said in disgust, "How did I give birth to something like you? Bianca is our precious girl—we gave her everything. I know Bianca. She's not that kind of girl—not like you."Even her four brothers, who shared her blood, blamed her for hurting Bianca. In the end, they beat her to death.Her fiancé, Landon Dyson, looked at her with pure disdain. "Priscilla, if you were half as decent as Bianca, I might actually respect you."The broken leg they'd stomped on hurt like hell—but the pain was nothing compared to the cruelty of her family's words.Each one felt like a knife, stabbing over and over into what was left of her heart.The fake daughter, Bianca, was still putting on her act.Tearfully, she stepped in front of Priscilla and said, "Mom, Dad... please, stop. It's not her fault."I've taken her place in this family for all these years. Of course she's upset."Then Bianca leaned in close and whispered the truth about the show."Priscilla, the conditions were so rough—bad food, no sleep—so I begged our brothers to give the spot to you."I never thought you'd actually believe the Hayes family wanted you there. How pathetic."Priscilla's eyes widened. She never imagined the whole show had been Bianca's setup from the start.With her broken, bleeding leg dragging behind her, Priscilla crawled to the feet of her fourth-oldest brother, Nathan, and clutched his pant leg in desperation."Nathan, don't you remember?"When we were kids... I lured those traffickers away from you so you could run and get help."Please... save me this time. I'm begging you."Nathan violently kicked her away and took Bianca's hand. "Stop lying! You got lost back then because you were off playing!"I only have one sister—Bianca. The one I grew up with."Hearing those words, Priscilla thought back to how she'd risked herself to save him... and it all felt like a sick joke.Her consciousness slowly faded, and she died helpless and alone in that cold, forgotten corner.The Hayes family claimed it was a suicide—said she was mentally ill—and walked away clean.Priscilla's hatred was so strong that she couldn't pass on to the next life. Luckily, by some twist of fate, a system offered her a deal: complete missions in a thousand different worlds, and she'd get another chance at life.She did it.And she came back.This time, she had brought back the strength and physical abilities she'd gained in those worlds.Now that she'd been given a second chance, Priscilla would make the Hayes family pay for everything they'd done.Last time, it all started with that reality show.She'd been framed by Bianca and died a brutal death.This time... she'd start right there on the same show—and make sure the Hayes family got a surprise they'd never forget.She got out of bed and kicked the door open with a bang. The noise cut through the endless yelling.The force splintered the doorframe and stunned the four people closing in on her.Hands in her pockets, Priscilla looked like she meant business. Her cold gaze swept over the four people before her: her mother, who was still trying to bully her into submission; her overbearing oldest brother, Francis; Carlos, who looked down on her; and Bianca, who was pretending to be innocent."Priscilla, I'm telling you—you have to—" Carlos began.Before he could finish, a sharp slap landed across his face."Smack!""You actually hit me?!"Carlos stared in disbelief. His timid, spineless sister had actually dared to hit him! Priscilla didn't hold back. Her voice was icy."Like you're one to talk."Francis stepped forward, trying to grab her arm. "Priscilla, you pushed Bianca down the stairs and twisted her ankle. How dare you—""Thwack."Before he could finish, Priscilla kneed him straight in the groin.Francis went ghostly pale, teeth clenched, body locked up—unable to even breathe."The security footage caught exactly how Bianca 'twisted' her ankle," Priscilla said coolly, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips. "After all, you saw exactly what happened."Too bad such a clear recording... just happened to get deleted."Bianca's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. She shot a nervous sideways glance at Francis, afraid he'd expose the truth."Francis!"Megan rushed over, face white with panic, and steadied Francis. "Honey, do you need to go to the ER?"She was seriously freaking out—this was her son's manhood on the line.Meanwhile, Bianca dropped to her knees in front of Priscilla, sobbing theatrically, and clutched Priscilla's leg."Priscilla, I know you're mad, but please—no matter how angry you are, don't take it out on our brothers!"If you have to hit someone, hit me. I'd give my life for this family and never regret it."Just... please don't hate Mom and Dad, or our brothers. Deep down... they still care about you."Just as Priscilla raised her hand, their mother stepped in, shielding Bianca completely."Priscilla, if you don't stop this right now, I'm calling off your welcome dinner tomorrow!"Don't expect me to ever accept you as my daughter!"In her past life, that dinner would've meant everything—a sign she'd finally been welcomed into the Hayes family.Now? She wanted nothing to do with them.A mocking smile touched Priscilla's lips, her eyes openly dismissive."Fine by me."You never raised me anyway. Everything I've done for you lately... let's just say I was feeding strays."Since being brought into the family, Priscilla had bent over backwards trying to please them.Francis had chronic stomach issues, so she'd brew him hangover soup and simmer plain oatmeal—waiting up for him no matter how late, even past midnight.When Carlos complained that his assistant was useless, Priscilla volunteered to take over the job. She was practically on call twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.Things got so intense online that fans began accusing Priscilla of having ulterior motives and trying to seduce Carlos. The online abuse never stopped. Some obsessive fans had even shoved her and screamed insults at her in public.Carlos knew all about it, but never once clarified they were siblings. He'd just say he didn't want to make a public statement over something so trivial and insisted that "the truth would speak for itself."Now, with this second chance, Priscilla was done playing nice.Francis glared at her, his voice low and threatening."Think carefully, Priscilla."You're under contract with Hayes Group. If you refuse to cooperate, I'll sue you for breach and make sure the damages bury you."He figured she was just throwing a fit. A little threat, a little reward later, and she'd fall back in line.After all, she was his own sister. He wouldn't really take her to court—the scandal alone would be too damaging to the family.Priscilla met his gaze calmly, a cold stillness in her eyes."I'll go. On one condition."A faint, smug smile appeared on Francis' face.Got her. She's scared—scared of getting sued, scared of losing this family for good."Name it."Watching his triumphant expression, Priscilla almost laughed. Was this really the family she'd once fought so hard for?Her voice came out flat and clear."I want out of my contract.""No way!"Bianca blurted out, panic flashing in her eyes. She was full-on sobbing now—shoulders shaking, vision blurred by tears.She stood and stumbled over to Priscilla, her voice hoarse and pleading"Priscilla, I know you can't stand me, but Mom, Dad, and our brothers... they really do care about you."She wiped her face, sniffling. "Francis said just last week that you're his sister, that you've had it tough out there on your own. He wants to give you the life you should've had."Signing you to his Agency... he really meant it. He wants to mentor you, look out for you."When he heard you loved singing, he wanted to make your dream of performing onstage come true."If you hate me so much that you can't bear working at the same agency, I'll end my contract. I'll leave."Just... please don't go. Don't turn your back on everything Francis is trying to do for you."By the end, Bianca was crying so hard she could barely get the words out—hiccupping, face flushed, tears rolling down nonstop. As she dabbed at her eyes, she stole a glance at her mom and Francis.Francis and Megan glared at Priscilla with undisguised disgust. A tiny, satisfied smirk tugged at Bianca's lips.Another win.Priscilla really was stupid.Ever since Priscilla returned, Bianca had made it her mission to crush her and turn her into a laughingstock.That was why she'd pushed Francis to sign Priscilla and keep her close. It was easier to control someone when they were right under your nose.So what if Priscilla was the real daughter?Bianca wasn't about to give her any chance to flip the script.After twenty years with the Hayes family, she knew every one of their likes and dislikes. Priscilla could try all she wanted—she'd never earn their trust.Francis held Bianca as she trembled and sobbed against him. His expression darkened as he watched her struggle to catch her breath.Why is she like this? So kind and forgiving, even now?He couldn't get it. Here she was, still sticking up for Priscilla, when all Priscilla had ever done was cause trouble.The truth was, Francis had never intended to mentor Priscilla, much less help her build any kind of real career.When she first came back, she'd nagged him nonstop about breaking into the industry, singing those painfully off-key songs right in his face. Francis had ignored her at first. That terrible singing, just like Priscilla herself, was beneath his notice.But Bianca had gone out of her way to convince him to sign Priscilla. She'd promised to take her under her wing, defended her everywhere.And how did Priscilla repay her? By spiking Bianca's smoothie more than once.And that "sprained ankle" last week? Priscilla had planted a nail in Bianca's shoe before filming, causing her to fall from the platform.If it hadn't been for the sand and foam padding below, Bianca could've broken a bone.Even after all that, Bianca had covered for her, telling everyone it was just an accident. Only he and Bianca knew the real story.Bianca had given so much for this family. Francis had made up his mind: he wouldn't let her get hurt again. As for Priscilla, he'd make her suffer—slowly.As for dropping the contract...
Yeah, right. Not a chance.But today, Priscilla was acting different—like something had finally snapped. To get her to agree to the show, Francis decided to play along for now."Well? What's it gonna be?" Priscilla glanced at the sobbing Bianca, then fixed Francis with an impatient stare. "I don't have all day.""Priscilla, I really think—" Bianca tried to cut in, but Francis stopped her. "Fine. I'll agree to your terms."But you stick with the show beginning to end. No backing out halfway."Priscilla held his gaze, her eyes sharp and calculating. She grabbed a pen and paper from the side table, quickly scribbled out a contract termination agreement, and waved it in front of him."Sign this, and I'll do the show.""Priscilla, you—don't do something you'll regret," Bianca tried again, but Megan stepped between them, sounding totally fed up. "Let her go if she wants! She has no idea how good she's had it. How did I end up with such an ungrateful daughter?"Francis hadn't expected Priscilla to go this far either. He clenched his jaw and took the paper. "You'd better not regret this."Priscilla pulled out an ink pad, tapping the signature line. "Sign it, then leave your thumbprint. Both."Scowling, Francis signed.Like a piece of paper changes anything.He wasn't worried. Without the Hayes name, Priscilla had no money, no connections, nowhere to go.Even if she tried to sue, she'd have no one in her corner. She was just a nobody—she couldn't cause real trouble.The second she got the signed agreement, Priscilla didn't wait for another lecture. She turned and slammed the door behind her—hard.But the commotion outside just wouldn't stop.Bianca put on that fragile, overly sweet tone of hers. "Francis, don't be upset. Priscilla was just speaking in the heat of the moment. Please don't take it to heart."Francis's voice tightened with anger. "Bianca, you're too kind for your own good. I'm done letting Priscilla off the hook for what she did to you."Now, tell Mom the truth—what really happened to your foot?"Bianca hesitated, stumbling over her words. "I-I'm really okay, it's nothing serious."It's just... while we were filming, there happened to be a nail in my shoe. I don't know how it got there... Priscilla was the one who brought me these shoes."Then, during that cliff scene, I lost my balance and fell off the platform. Luckily, there was sand below..."But—I'm sure Priscilla had nothing to do with it! Someone on the props team must've accidentally left a nail in my shoe.."Honestly, it's my fault too. If I'd checked my shoes beforehand, none of this would've happened... and Priscilla wouldn't have to take my place on the show now." She let out another pitiful sob.Francis wasn't buying it. "Dropped? You're still covering for Priscilla? That nail was hammered in from the bottom!"Bianca whimpered softly, "No... she wouldn't. Priscilla had no reason to hurt me."Meanwhile, Megan was pounding on the door like she was trying to break it down. "Priscilla! Get out here and explain yourself right now!"How could you be so heartless? Your sister has done nothing but care for you!"The relentless yelling outside finally pushed Priscilla over the edge. She snatched the paring knife off the table, kicked the door open, and strode out.In one smooth motion, she reversed her grip on the knife—the blade whistled past Bianca's ear, slicing off a strand of hair that floated silently to the floor."Take your crying somewhere else."Her voice was ice cold. "Next time, I won't miss."Then, just as quickly, she slammed the door shut again.Kick open, swing, close.The whole thing took less than ten seconds.The three standing outside were frozen in place.Megan's jaw hung open, mid-yell.Francis stared, bewildered—since when was his timid little sister this fierce?Bianca's heart pounded so violently she almost forgot to breathe, her legs giving way as she slumped to the floor.Finally, silence.Back in her room, Priscilla could finally focus on what came next.This reality show was a wilderness survival gig—rough, gritty, and completely wrong for a pampered princess like Bianca.But she couldn't simply refuse. Francis had pulled strings to get her on the show and even arranged for Hayes Group to invest in the production. He'd also enlisted Carlos, her second brother and a top-tier singer, to personally look out for her on set.So Bianca set up a little "accident" to frame Priscilla—she planted a nail in her own shoe beforehand and staged a fall during the cliff scene.With soft sand and foam padding below, it was perfectly safe.In the end, she not only framed Priscilla but also got herself out of the show. Two birds, one stone.As for why Priscilla had signed with Hayes Group in the first place...Looking back now, she just wanted to slap herself.Back then, seeing Bianca shine on stage, she'd naively thought that if she stood under those lights too, maybe her family would finally see her.So she'd practically begged Francis to let her join his agency—all for a scrap of their attention.How pathetic.Now, rereading the contract in front of her, all she felt was bitter irony.She opened her banking app and stared at the balance: $89.72.Seriously?When she first returned to the family, Vincent had wanted to give her $500,000—enough to get her a full makeover so she wouldn't "embarrass the Hayes name".But Bianca stepped in, playing the caring sister. She convinced Vincent that giving Priscilla so much cash might "lead her down the wrong path", promising to handle everything for her instead.Vincent bought it, especially since Priscilla had never stood up for herself before.In her past life, she died without ever having more than a few dollars to her name.But now?Priscilla knew plenty of ways to make money. And compared to all of them, a wilderness survival show was the fastest ticket to exposure—and the perfect start to turning her life around.A faint, sharp smile touched her lips, her eyes glinting with cool determination.So they wanted to play games, huh?Fine. One against seven. She'd make every last one of them regret crossing her.Right then, Priscilla's phone pinged with a text from Carlos—super "concerned", obviously.[Priscilla, don't even think about pulling that crap on set. You're not out here running your mouth telling everyone you're my sister, got it?]Priscilla stared at the screen and snort-laughed before she even thought twice.She'd been running every stupid errand he threw her way for months, and they still didn't even follow each other on Instagram. Who the hell was gonna buy that they were related?[Stop ghosting me and answer.]Priscilla wasn't gonna grovel and kiss his ass like she used to, not anymore. She shot back one line.[Eat my entire ass.]Then she hit block, hit delete, no hesitation, zero extra steps.Whoever wanted to claim the title of his sister could have the headache. She was done being the family's doormat.Carlos saw the reply and blew a fuse so hard he nearly chucked his phone across his hotel room. His manager glanced over, totally confused, wondering who'd managed to rile up this A-list diva all over again.Priscilla tucked the finalized termination papers into her bag, pulled up all her buy-now-pay-later apps, and went on a wild online shopping spree for a whole stash of gear.She still remembered every detail from her old life: that wilderness survival reality show was a total disaster, one accident after another, almost got a contestant airlifted out in critical condition, and the supposed secret celebrity guest never even showed up to set.That was also the exact moment the internet labeled her a total dead weight, useless trash, the human equivalent of a wet blanket that dragged the whole cast down.This time around, she had all the skills she'd picked up back when she was fighting for her life in the woods, and she wasn't gonna let any of that garbage repeat. She already had the full revenge play-by-play mapped out.The whole series was funded by Hayes Group, the big tech integration was handled by another top-tier firm, and every single celebrity on the cast was A-list, no no-name influencers allowed.With production value that stacked, she'd be an idiot not to lean into her biggest strengths, flip every on-set mishap into a viral win, and wash that garbage reputation right down the drain.Most importantly? She was gonna burn every single bridge tying her back to the Hayes family, no loose ends left.*****Back in the fancy Hayes Manor, Bianca threw herself straight into Francis' chest, sniffling so hard she could barely get a full sentence out."F-Francis, I think... I think Priscilla totally hates my guts right now. I stole her life for years, it makes total sense she's furious."You and Mom can't start hating her over this, okay? I swear she didn't mean to snap. I'm gonna apologize to her. If she still won't forgive me, then... then I'll move out. The whole family being happy is all I care about."Her eyes were all puffy and red like she'd been crying for hours, and she faked a wobbly little struggle to push out of his arms.Francis held her tight, his brows knitted so hard they almost merged.Bianca had been the family's little princess ever since they were kids. She could've been a total spoiled brat, but she was always sweet, always the most sensible girl in the room.She'd curl up on the couch with them after school and say she won the family lottery, getting to grow up there.Once she broke into showbiz, she never even told them when co-stars or execs screwed her over—she'd just smile and say she needed to learn to be tough on her own.That kind, soft little sister was getting bullied by that garbage Priscilla so bad she was ready to leave the only home she'd ever known?Francis remembered, every single time he came home wasted after a wrap party, Priscilla would run around bragging that she made him hangover soup and plain oatmeal to nurse him back to health.But Bianca was the one who actually woke up at 6 am to stir that stuff, not Priscilla. And that little saint Bianca never even said a word to steal the credit back—she'd defend Priscilla to him, say she was just trying to help.If he hadn't woken up half-asleep once and heard Bianca whispering to herself about how scared she was Priscilla would expose the secret, he'd still be falling for all her garbage lies right now.That thought made Francis' jaw lock up. For half a second, he actually wondered what it would take to make Priscilla disappear for good."Bianca, listen to me. I only have one little sister. It's you. If anyone's gonna get kicked out of this house, it's Priscilla, on her ass."Bianca sobbed so hard her shoulders shook, pressing her face into his hoodie like she was totally overcome, but the second his gaze drifted away, a sharp, triumphant little smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.She'd found out she was adopted when she was young, and she'd spent every single day after that currying favor with every last member of the Hayes family, hoarding all their love for herself—especially her brothers.They spoiled her like she was a limited-edition doll, no expense spared. Every single girlfriend Francis ever even considered dating, Bianca found a way to run off. She'd frame them for pushing her down the stairs, for calling her ugly names, and Francis would dump them before they could explain.She'd never let any girl take her spot. Her brothers were supposed to be all hers, no exceptions.And then Priscilla showed up out of nowhere, ready to ruin that perfect little setup.Bianca was never, ever gonna let her settle into the family comfortably. Her expression twisted a little for a split second, no one watching, and she sneered to herself.What the hell do you even have to fight me with, Priscilla?*****It was 2 am by then, the whole neighborhood dead quiet, no one asleep on Bianca's watch. She'd paid a whole team of TikTok and Twitter influencers to drip-feed hype about the survival show onto the feeds, turning the whole cast into viral trending topics.She cranked up the public expectations so high that the second Priscilla stepped on set, the whole internet would be frothing at the mouth to cancel her on the spot.But making Priscilla's life a living hell wasn't enough for her. She also put her private investigators on the secret guest's trail, digging for every last detail they could find.So far, the confirmed cast was the chart-topping male singer Carlos, the nominated A-list actor Landon, the Gen Z heartthrob Ryan Bentley, R&B star Sally Ridley, and the famous heiress Mia Haywood.A lineup that stacked meant the mystery guest had to be a huge name, right? The production team had locked that info down tight, not a single leak anywhere.Bianca pulled up her texts with a contact saved as "L" and fired off a couple lines.[Landon, I'm actually low-key terrified right now. Priscilla tried to slash me with a kitchen knife earlier. I'm fine, don't worry, but I'm so scared she's gonna pull something crazy on the show and hurt someone. Just... please watch your back, okay?][And keep an eye on her too, for me. That mystery guest is there too, and I'm so scared she might hurt them to get back at the family.]Landon was still on a late-night film set when the texts came in, his phone tucked away in his trailer. He hadn't seen them yet—had no clue that once he read those lines, he'd be ready to track Priscilla down and ruin her entire career with his own two hands.*****Three days later, the group—now including Priscilla—set off. The mystery guest didn't join them for the trip.They took a helicopter and touched down on the island. It was surrounded by water, with a few fishing boats drifting by now and then. The forest was thick, and the wind swept through, rustling the leaves.The director, Damon Moore, got the cameras in place, then picked up a megaphone and addressed everyone."Good morning, and welcome to the show. This season's theme is Extreme Wilderness Survival. We've arranged for a professional medical team and clear evacuation routes."The show will be fully streamed live, with high-quality recorded cuts afterward—no staging, no fake scenes."From this moment, the crew will hold onto your personal phones. For safety, you'll each get a satellite phone and a GPS bracelet so we can monitor your location at all times."While the crew moved equipment, the celebrities started mingling and introducing themselves.But then Damon was pulled away by an urgent phone call."Mr. Hayes, you're literally my idol. So many of my songs were inspired by you."The speaker was Sally, a rising pop singer who'd swept recent new artist awards. She greeted Carlos with clear admiration.Carlos, being in the same industry, knew of her. He offered a polite smile. "Keep going—your work is really solid."Sally blushed and nodded shyly.That brief exchange alone blew up the live chat.[Carlos looks this good without even trying? That hoodie makes him look like a college guy fr.][Sally living every fan's dream rn. SalSquad, we made it.][Low-key shipping them already?? This is premium content.]Ryan, a young actor on the rise, was here for his first survival show and couldn't hide his nerves.Next to him, award-winning actor Landon noticed. He gave Ryan a reassuring pat on the shoulder."Don't sweat it. I've done survival stuff for roles before. Stick with me if you need anything."[Aww Landon's such a sweetheart—looking out for the newbies like that.][Whoever stans Landon has taste, period.][Almost pulled my sword on that last comment ngl.][Ryan's nervous face is adorable though.]Mia watched them, then glanced sideways at Priscilla, who was still inspecting her satellite phone and tracker."Wasn't Bianca supposed to be here this episode?" Mia asked, tone edged. "Who are you again?"Honestly, Mia wasn't entirely wrong to wonder—everyone else here was A-list.Priscilla simply didn't fit in.The others were dressed in high-end sportswear or custom couture from foreign designers.Priscilla stuck out in her plain white tee and cargo pants, looking more like crew than cast.But her features were sharp—high nose, soft lips, a high ponytail—and there was a certain toughness in her eyes, like she wasn't someone to mess with.In this crowd, she carried a different kind of presence.Priscilla met Mia's gaze, cool and unfazed. "Worry about yourself. Don't start drama where there isn't any."Mia—used to people bending over backwards for her—fumed inside. Who did this nobody think she was?But with cameras rolling, she swallowed her comebacks, though her expression turned sour.[Who is she though? Acting all bold like that.][She looks kinda familiar ngl.][Y'all that's Priscilla! She was Carlos' assistant—got fired for clinging to him.][I heard she went to the CEO of Hayes Group, drugged him and tried to sleep her way in. The audacity!][Ew how is she still getting screen time?][Where's Bianca?? They promised us Bianca this ep!]

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