Genius Manager: I Can Make All Girls Talented!-Chapter 156 - - More Drama

The mood in the villa had shifted from tense to charged.

Emma's departure had carved a wound in the group. Where there was once playful banter, now there was silence. Even Yuna, who often led the emotional temperature of the group, seemed withdrawn. Her usually sharp and assertive voice was quieter now, more calculated.

But in that silence, something else was brewing. Focus.

They were done being pawns.

Darius stood at the center of the courtyard as the sun rose higher, casting long shadows over the lounge chairs and pool. The phone in his pocket buzzed again. Another message.

**Unknown Number: "Evidence is stored in the green room. Top shelf. Hidden drive behind the audio books."

He didn't waste time. Gathering the girls quickly, he explained the latest message.

"We're going to split up. Alicia and I will check the green room. Yuna, Avery, stay by the cameras and look for blind spots."

"What if they catch us?" Avery asked.

"Then we give them something better to film," Yuna answered coolly.

Alicia looked at Darius. "Let's go."

Green Room – Ten Minutes Later

The green room was rarely used anymore. It had been decorated to look like a cozy reading nook, but most contestants ignored it in favor of the pool or outdoor areas. Now, it was silent, dust hanging in golden beams of light.

Darius ran a hand along the shelf. Rows of fake books lined the top, many untouched.

"Help me," he said.

Alicia climbed up beside him, reaching behind a row of audio book cases. Her fingers brushed something hard, cold.

A flash drive.

She pulled it free and held it up.

"Got it."

Darius nodded. "We don't plug it in here. They'll see it."

Alicia tucked it inside her bra, eyes steely. "Then we wait. And we hit them when it hurts."

Camera Control Panel – Back of the Villa

Meanwhile, Yuna and Avery had managed to find a temporary dead zone between two camera arcs. They crouched behind a bush-lined wall where the signal glitched every ten seconds.

Yuna pointed up. "That camera. It rotates every four seconds, then stops for two. It's got a blind spot here."

Avery pulled out a small mirror, flashing a signal toward the patio—an agreed-upon code.

"They found it," she said.

Yuna smiled. "Then we move to phase two."

Villa Kitchen – Later That Day

They reconvened inside. Each member of the harem had a role now, and each played it flawlessly. The producers were watching, but they wouldn't see the truth until it was too late.

"We need a distraction," Darius said. "Something loud. Dramatic."

"Let me handle that," Yuna said, cracking her neck. "Time to give the producers their drama."

Evening – The Dinner Table

That night, the group sat down for a "producer-requested" dinner. Everyone was in place. The atmosphere, however, was deliberately tense.

Yuna stood suddenly.

"Since we're being watched so closely," she said loudly, looking straight into the closest camera, "let's give the people what they want."

She threw her wine glass against the wall. It shattered, wine dripping like blood.

"You want a show? Here it is. I'm done pretending."

Gasps from the other contestants followed.

Matt muttered under his breath, "Finally, she snaps."

Producers swarmed the villa almost immediately, cameras locking onto the chaos.

Meanwhile, Alicia slipped away with the drive.

And Darius smiled to himself.

The counterattack had begun.

Chapter: What the Drive Revealed

In the shadows of the villa's basement, Alicia knelt over a hidden USB port on the back of a dusty, half-used editing bay left from season one. She plugged the drive in and waited.

The screen flickered.

It was full of footage.

Raw. Unedited. Time-stamped. Every conversation, every decision, every manipulation.

She clicked on one labeled: "EMMA VOTE ALTERATION."

Her stomach twisted.

She pressed play.

The screen showed a live feed from the day of the public vote. She saw a producer typing commands into a separate console. Footage flickered.

A voice off-screen whispered: "Change the lowest vote from Matt to Emma. Executives want a shake-up."

She hit pause.

Her hands trembled.

This was it. Proof.

She copied the file to a separate hidden folder on the desktop. Then to the cloud, using the villa's hidden staff WiFi.

Footsteps echoed.

She quickly unplugged the drive and turned.

Yuna appeared, breathless.

"They're buying it. The producers think you're in the garden."

"We have it," Alicia whispered. "Everything. They rigged it. They rigged all of it."

Yuna exhaled, her face hardening.

"Then it's time to go public."

Alicia looked back at the screen, still glowing faintly.

"They messed with the wrong group."

Chapter: Firestorm

The next morning, the villa awoke to the sound of blaring sirens. Not real ones. Show ones. A red "LIVE" alert blinked on every screen. The villa's loudspeakers kicked on with Harry's usual dramatic flair.

"Good morning, Love Island! Surprise! Today is Confession Day! Every contestant will be live-streamed to the audience for an impromptu tell-all! No scripts. No cuts. Just truth."

Darius met eyes with Yuna, then Avery and Alicia. They nodded.

"Let's burn it down."

One by one, each contestant was pulled into the courtyard, seated beneath spotlights and framed by cameras.

When it was Darius's turn, he stepped up with the poise of a man who had nothing to lose and everything to expose.

He looked directly into the main camera and smiled.

"Since it's confession day, I have something to share."

He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small USB stick.

"I found this. Hidden in your own green room. Want to see what's on it?"

The producers scrambled behind the scenes. Murmurs. Shouting. Someone tried to cut the feed.

Too late.

Darius pulled out his phone.

He had already uploaded the footage. And he had just posted the link.

To millions of followers.

"The truth is out."

The villa exploded into chaos.

The aftermath was instant.

Across the world, social media erupted. Hashtags trended within minutes:

#LoveIslandExposed #JusticeForEmma #DariusDropsTheTruth

Clips from the leaked footage had already been reposted, dissected, and turned into viral soundbites. Commentary channels, gossip accounts, and news outlets were scrambling to cover it. The truth was undeniable.

Inside the villa, the silence was deafening.