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
"Ha... Haha, Andrew, did you think... that Tony was simply working as a attendant in a gay bar to make a living?" Rathbone chuckled, sprawled on the ground, trying to keep his cloudy eyes open. He wanted to witness Andrew's shock and disgust, to see the act of discarding Tony. Hah. Fishing for a reaction, huh? Well, nobody's getting out unscathed! But to his surprise, when Andrew turned, his icy stare settled upon him. Calm and restrained. Not a hint of the anticipated shock or anger. Rathbone suddenly had a foreboding feeling. "You... What are you... cough cough" Before he could finish, a violent coughing fit overtook him. He spat out blood and collapsed. Meanwhile, Tony, disregarding everything else, knelt on the cold floor, frantically picking up his photos. He was in a sorry state. His mind buzzed with a single thought—hide them, stash these photos away! Andrew couldn't see them... He was clutching the scattered photos on t
Ending the call abruptly, he returned to the driver's seat, noticing Tony lost in thought, head bowed. "Tony, are you resentful towards me?" Andrew asked. Tony shook his head. He didn't resent him; he simply couldn't easily trust him anymore. Tonight had thrown him off guard, leaving his mind in disarray. Seeing Tony this way, Andrew felt an unfamiliar sense of helplessness. He reached for a cigarette, lit it, but Tony suddenly turned, gazing at him. Tony reached out, taking the cigarette from Andrew. "Your stomach's not good. Smoke less," Tony said, placing the cigarette between his lips and taking a deep drag. Exhaling a thin mist, his composure seemed to slowly return. Yes, they needed to have that private conversation, he realized. Andrew glanced at Tony, both knowing that there were things between them that needed addressing. ... On the other side. Colin stood by the bed, gazing at Leah in her slumb
Diana leaned in, "Big sis, did you patch things up with my brother, Andrew?" "We didn't fight. There's nothing to patch up," Tony replied nonchalantly. Diana: ... Okay, so Andrew hasn't entirely earned forgiveness. But that's on him to fix. As Diana watched Tony and Diana converse in hushed tones, Anthony approached. He stared at Tony for a while, then exclaimed in shock, "Oh my god, what happened to your face? Did someone hit you? Are you a victim of abuse?" Diana glanced at Tony. Though his complexion wasn't perfect, the expertly applied makeup hid it well! How did Anthony, of all people, figure it out!? Tony remained unfazed, "I'm fine, just had a late night and got a bit puffy." "Come on, stop fooling me. When my dad used to beat me, my makeup artist did this for me. Seriously, spill the beans, what's really going on?" Anthony's persistence left Diana speechless. Is this guy for real? Tony adjusted h
Turning around, she found Godber looking anxious, pulling her aside. Godber: "You're being reckless, how could you just casually drink that coffee?" "Why, is there something wrong with it?" Diana coolly looked at him. Godber hesitated, scratching his head. "I'm not sure, but knowing Scarlett's character, she wouldn't be that easy-going. You should be careful." He nodded at last, "But in this setting, Scarlett probably wouldn't dare to do anything, I might be overthinking." Smiling knowingly, Diana remained silent. What couldn't Scarlett do? Without a care, she finished the coffee, because... after all, it was handed to her by the adorable Misoup! "Let's go, time to watch the show... No, I mean act." Diana pulled Godber along as they walked out together. In the rehearsal room, Scarlett, holding the script, was rehearsing lines with Clarence and Zosia. While performing, she frequently glanced towar