John hadn't said much throughout the ride.
His expression was subdued, his captivating eyes distant and seemingly veiled in mist.
It was quite apparent.
His mood wasn't the best.
What's wrong with this guy again?
Diana was puzzled.
She opened the car door. "John, I'm going now."
"Hmm."
"Am I really leaving?"
John frowned.
He seemed pretty concerned about Tony's matter.
Just met and so eager to leave?
"Four days."
"Huh?"
John caught her off guard.
He leaned back in his seat, with a domineering air. "You said it would be resolved in a week. Now, there are only four days left."
Diana cursed inwardly.
Wasn't it because she was afraid he'd get the wrong idea, so she reluctantly shortened the time to a week?
"Oh, you can relax. I remember," Diana nodded repeatedly.
She remembered.
But whether she'd come back then wasn't certain.
He spoke in a gentle tone, "Tony, I really wanted to talk to you. It's disheartening that you're not giving me a chance. I'm at a loss..." He glanced down, appearing somewhat uncomfortable. "Even though my popularity has risen in recent years, I never intended to take your top spot. In my heart, you've always been someone I respect as a senior." At his words, everyone seemed pensive. Was Tony holding something against Paul all this time? The impression was that these two had serious issues, but now it seemed different. Was it Paul trying to make amends, and Tony refusing? Who would've thought Tony was this petty? Amidst the murmurs and whispers... Tony, expressionless, replied, "Oh, barging into my room late at night with your assistant, is this your idea of respect?" Paul defended himself, "I was anxious when you ignored me, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision..." "I'm tired. Let's talk about t
Glancing at the time on her phone, Diana said, "Big sis, it's getting late. You should rest; I'll leave first." "If we go out now, Paul might still be waiting outside. Let's wait a little longer." Tony sounded a bit cautious. But Diana waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry, we won't use the door." "Then how will you leave?" Tony looked puzzled. "Not going through the door?" Could they really be considering climbing out the window? Before this idea could settle, Mitbahl suddenly approached the window, effortlessly propping himself on the sill. With a swift movement, he leaped out. Tony's eyes widened, stunned for a moment. Then his expression twisted. "Jump... jumping out of the building!?" Holy cow! Someone was jumping out of the building! Tony, horrified, grabbed his phone. "I'll call 911." As he spoke, a head appeared from above the window, "Call 911
His pupils widened a fraction, a sense of surprise lingering. It felt nice. Colin's slender fingers lowered, carefully sliding that picture into his wallet. Leah was enthusiastically examining the photos, her lovely face radiating joy. Colin ruffled her hair. "I'll grab something from the locker, wait here." "Okay," Leah nodded. As Colin moved away, she remained seated, cherishing the photos in her hands. Suddenly, a figure appeared beside her. Leah looked up and saw a girl sitting next to her, wearing a black hat that partially obscured her face. The girl then turned to Leah. "Hand it over," she demanded. Leah was puzzled. "What?" "The photo. Give it to me." The girl's tone was impatient. Leah stared at her, scrutinizing her for a moment before suddenly realizing. "Oh, it's you." Leah recognized her. She was the girl who had shown interest in Colin at the hospital.
Post-performance, Anthony sensed something amiss.He glared at Bailey, "What was with your shoddy acting? Your lines were all over the place, and you totally threw me off!"Bailey seemed miffed but dared not challenge Anthony.He retorted, "Whatever, Tony has the 'S' card, he can save us once, right?"He couldn't care less about the outcome.He never intended to act seriously anyway.Even though their performance was dreadful.According to the show's rules, every director had three 'S' cards.Whichever contestant they granted it to would directly advance.Tony was going to save him anyway; he'd definitely play the 'S' card.Even if the audience found it unfair, the blame wouldn't fall on him first; it would be Tony in the hot seat.He'd reap the benefits.Thinking this, Bailey's expression relaxed further.Leo seemed uneasy.He leaned in towards Diana."Diana, let's be honest, wa
"Remember when Anthony hit you? His popularity soared. It's not worth the effort." said the manager. "What should I do now? I was supposed to get famous from this show, and now I'm eliminated... Ahh!" Bailey's agitation reopened the wound on his face, causing him to gasp for air. He grew angrier. "Ultimately, it's all Tony's fault. Looks like he doesn't want to live. I swear, this time I'll destroy him!" With that, Bailey pulled out his phone. He dialed Rathbone's number. As soon as it connected, he howled, "Dad, you've got to save me!" ... After getting rid of Bailey, Diana calmly sat aside, waiting for Tony to finish recording. The wait was a bit dull. She took out her phone and looked at John's picture. She squinted her eyes, a bold idea striking her mind. Might as well tease him. Resting her chin on her hand, she pondered for a moment. Then swiftly, she typed out a message.
Ben was taken aback. Before he could react, the man brushed past him and walked in. Casually shutting the door behind him. Ben: ... What the... Who's this smug guy? Bringing roses to a doctor's appointment, isn't he afraid of pricking himself? Last time Diana asked, Dr. Jephson clearly said she was single! Alarm bells rang in Ben's mind. He was considering whether to push the door and step in, but then he heard a commotion from inside, followed by the door swinging open. The man, carrying a few roses over his head, came out looking utterly defeated. Jephson glared at him. "Leroy Simmons, if you cause any more trouble during my work hours, it won't be flowers I'll be throwing at you!" The man backed out, a sardonic smile flickering across his face. "Don't be mad, darling. You're always so busy, I had to come in person. How about dinner tonight, my beautiful lady?" Jephson didn't ev
Tony stood still, emotions swirling in his eyes. He had misjudged Rathbone's normalcy. He was wrong. Rathbone, this scum, was fundamentally a greedy beast. Holding him hostage morally was just non-existent... Tony suddenly felt incredibly pathetic. What had he been doing all these days? He had hoped for leverage against Rathbone, expecting negotiations, but in the end, nothing had changed. "I've put up with you for too many days!" Rathbone grabbed Tony's hair, forcefully slamming him against the wall. "Put away your unrealistic thoughts early. You, a dirty person, deserve only to live in darkness, rotting away!" "You'll never escape my grip in this lifetime!" He gritted his teeth, anger surging within. With a swift motion, a resounding slap landed on Tony's face. His handsome face instantly swelled up. Rathbone was still not satisfied. He grabbed Tony's lon
Swift as lightning! She turned, meeting Rathbone's shocked gaze, a cold smirk forming. "It seems the last lesson wasn't enough for you. Should've crippled you right then..." "It's you?!" Rathbone widened his eyes, a hint of shock evident. The woman who blackmailed him before?! That familiar sensation finally made sense! She was in cahoots with Tony! Diana stood, the wrench twirling in her palm swiftly. "Tell me, how should I deal with you this time?" "You b*st..." Before Rathbone could finish, Diana's cold eyes lifted, wrench clenched tight, crashing down toward Rathbone. Instinctively, he tried to block, but the wrench landed solidly on his arm, making him yelp in agony. "Ah!!!" He stumbled backward, convinced his bone must be broken! This woman was a maniac! No, he couldn't stay here. He'd die... This woman would kill him! Rathbone's gaze turned s