Emily just stood there, her eyes cool as she watched Adela. When she saw the jealousy and scheming hiding in Adela’s eyes, a terrible idea took hold. Adela actually hated her. But why? Was it about fame, about status, or… was it about Kenneth? Did Adela like Kenneth, too?
As Emily tried to untangle her thoughts, a familiar voice called out from behind her.
“If it’s that hard for you, you don’t have to pretend.”
She spun around and spotted a slim girl leaning against the wall, completely at ease. Charlotte’s face was half-hidden behind a mask. She wore a long black trench coat with matching pants that had high slits, and a pair of comfortable sneakers. The whole look gave her an intimidating aura, like she owned the place.
The second Emily saw her, her eyes lit up. She almost called out, but remembered herself and quickly switched, “J, you’re here?”
J? Adela turned to look, momentarily caught off guard. She’d been at the last contract signing at the TV station, but she hadn’t seen J in person. She hadn’t expected J to be even more striking than she looked on TV.
“Yeah.” Charlotte nodded, came over to Emily, and gently pinched her cheek. “Hang on a sec.”
Then Charlotte looked over at Adela, and the smile in her eyes vanished. Her mood shifted in an instant.
“Adela, just now you said taking the second female lead felt beneath you, wasn’t it?”
Adela froze as she met Charlotte’s icy stare. For a moment, she tried to play it cool. “Well, this whole thing—”
“Then don’t do it,” Charlotte interrupted, her voice sharp and clear. Adela didn’t even get a chance to put on any of her usual airs.

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