CHAPTER 33

"Are you siding with your manager?" I led the conversation. "Do you really want to step on stage looking like you're going to a festival, huh?" I added with a touch of sarcasm.

His lips parted slightly. "I'm not saying..."

"Don't take sides unless you want me to deal with both of you," I said seriously, gently moving him aside to pass.

The door opened right on cue, and Wendy walked in. I sighed discreetly, almost forgetting her existence. I could hear a duet coming up.

"Grantt! Aren't you ready? What the hell? What happened to you? Why aren't you ready yet? We're about to start," she immediately complained.

I stifled a laugh, even though it was clear she disapproved of what Grantt was wearing. I glanced at Olive, and she couldn't hide her expression. It's difficult for her to say that this is the best outfit she recommended for Grantt. Anyone can see it looks incredibly outdated.

"I'm changing," Grantt replied and gave me a look before approaching Zia. The woman promptly moved to help