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The following day, when Isabella arrived at the office, she was surprised to see a report in the work group chat. Unable to ignore it, she confronted Teresa, asking, “Carsten is the most qualified for this project. Why did you assign it to Kian instead?”
Kian Wilkerson, who happened to be Evie’s boyfriend, was also the one who had been with Teresa the night before.
“I assign projects to whoever I believe is the best fit,” Teresa responded coolly.
Isabella’s expression grew more serious. “And what about Carsten?”
Teresa was clearly irritated by the confrontation. “Isabella, since when do I need your permission to make decisions? I have my reasons for not choosing Carsten. What’s it to you? Or is there something else going on here? Are you championing Carsten because you’ve got a little crush on him?” she said with a mocking grin.
Isabella’s tone hardened, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “Teresa, our artists put their faith in us—they come here with hopes and dreams, trusting we’ll do right by them. They deserve someone who respects that, not someone who plays favorites for personal gain.”
Teresa scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “How absurd! Are you really trying to be Carsten’s hero? If you think you’ve got what it takes, go ahead—run to the director and have me fired!”
She casually applied her lipstick, utterly unconcerned, confident that even if Isabella did report her, nothing would come of it.
Isabella shot her a cold, determined glance before heading straight to the director’s office, who had just returned that day.
Not long after, Teresa was called into the director’s office. When she finally emerged, her frustration was written all over her face—it was clear she had been reprimanded.
With a storm of frustration in her eyes, Teresa whipped out her phone and vented to Eliza as soon as she settled back into her seat.
“Eliza, Isabella is such a snake. She badmouthed me in front of the director! I’m so mad!”
Eliza replied, “Didn’t you say that if Evie didn’t make it into the top three, Isabella should resign? Don’t worry. Their days are numbered.”
“That’s right,” Teresa agreed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “I’ll be counting down the days until she’s gone.”
The conversation between Teresa and Eliza was mostly about their shared disdain for Isabella, revealing how close they had become in their mutual resentment. Meanwhile, Isabella was blissfully unaware of this. She was busy training Evie on songwriting.
Two days later, the final competition kicked off in Ansport. Competitors arrived early and checked into their designated hotel.
Evie was assigned to a double room, and Isabella helped her settle in. To Evie’s surprise, she ran into a friend in the room.
“Evie, is that you?” Erica exclaimed in delight.
“Erica!” Evie replied with equal enthusiasm.
“What a coincidence! I was actually worried about not getting along with my roommate. Let me help you with your things, Evie,” Erica offered, assisting Evie with her luggage.
Seeing their friendly interaction, Isabella felt reassured. After giving Evie some final advice, she decided to leave.
“By the way, have you finished writing your song?” Erica asked.
“Yep, I still need to practice tonight. I’m a bit nervous. How about you?” Evie replied.
“I’m nervous too, but I’m not stressing too much. You and Giana are amazing. I doubt I’ll snag the top spot.”
Evie quickly reassured her, “Don’t say that. You’re great too. If you give it your all, you have a shot.”
“Thanks, Evie,” Erica said gratefully.
They chatted for a while, and as the night grew late, they each focused on their practice. After some time, Evie set aside her iPad and went to bed.
Erica, however, remained wide awake, her gaze fixed on Evie’s iPad.
At that very moment, Giana arrived at the hotel. Unlike others, she had a single room. Given her high status, she wasn’t accustomed to sharing her space with anyone else.
Giana skimmed through her song and found herself agitated. Though it was written by a professional, she thought the song paled in comparison to Isabella’s work. The thought of possibly losing to Evie made her cringe.
Everyone believed she had entered the competition again to chase her old dream and clinch the championship. Indeed, that was her intention. But if she was defeated by a new singer… Why had she joined the competition at all? Frustrated, Giana bit her lip.
Suddenly her phone rang.
“Do you want the song Isabella wrote? I can give you that.” The voice on the other end was mechanical, clearly altered to disguise the caller’s identity.
“Who are you?” Giana demanded, her guard up.
“Who I am isn’t important. What matters is whether you want the song or not,” the caller replied.
Giana frowned.
“How can I trust you if I don’t know who you are?”
“The key issue isn’t who I am, but that you’re likely to lose to Evie. Winning the championship is crucial to you, isn’t it?” The voice continued in a low, menacing tone, “Do you want to risk losing to Evie and being ridiculed?”
Of course not!
Giana clenched her fists, seething with frustration. She loathed the feeling that the caller knew so much about her while she had no idea who they were.
“Tell me who you are, or I’m hanging up,” Giana said coldly.
“You don’t need to know who I am…” the caller replied before Giana abruptly ended the call. She sensed that the caller was too dangerous.
Giana resumed reading the song in her hand, but her phone soon began vibrating with notifications. She picked it up to find her fans in a frenzy, flooding their group chat with the latest news.
“Is this true?”
“It can’t be. Giana claimed she wrote it herself. Someone’s trying to get attention. Report them to the police.”
Giana clicked on the news, which claimed that she hadn’t written her most acclaimed piece but had taken all the credit for it. Netizens were questioning her and demanding an explanation.
Her eyes narrowed. How could this be happening?
Who had leaked this information? Was it Isabella? Isabella was the only one who knew about it. Suddenly, she recalled the call she had just answered.
Panic set in as she realized the caller might be connected to the leak. She quickly dialed the number back.
“I knew you’d call,” the voice answered, seemingly prepared for Giana’s call.
“Did you leak that information online?” Giana demanded, her voice strained.
“Me? Why would I do that? I wouldn’t risk offending you. From my perspective, this smells like Isabella’s doing,” the caller said calmly.
“How did you know Isabella wrote the song for me?” Giana asked, confused.
“That’s not your concern. What matters is that you need to pay me to change your song and secure your win,” the caller replied.
Giana’s anger flared.
With things having escalated so far, she had no choice but to give in. Besides, she suspected that Isabella must have leaked information about her songwriting. Otherwise, no one else would know about it.
“Fine,” Giana agreed.
“One million,” the caller stated.
“One million? How dare you ask for that much?” Giana was taken aback.
“Humph, if you don’t want it, then forget about it!” the person on the other end of the line snapped, ready to hang up.
Giana hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth. “Fine, I’ll pay you.”
She transferred a million dollars and quickly received the piece of music. One glance at it, and she could instantly tell it was Isabella’s style. Determined, Giana practiced the piece all night.
Meanwhile, after leaving Evie’s room, Isabella decided to stop by her own company. As she stepped out of the hotel and was about to hail a cab, a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of her, blocking her path.
Isabella tried to move around it, but the car followed her every step.
After a few attempts, she grew increasingly irritated. “Hey, what’s your problem? Why are you following me?” she called out, her frustration evident.