"No matter how hard you try to hide it, the hatred in your eyes is still plain as day," Astrid said. "It's not because you suck at hiding it, it's because I'm too smart."

Hearing this, Fannie's hand clenched into a fist inside her sleeve.

She lifted her gaze to Astrid, wanting to say something but then held back.

Astrid crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, grinning with satisfaction. "Ever since I found out you had a thing going on with the station's director, I've had my guys keeping tabs on you at the station. I knew you had tampered with the lights. But I thought, you sucking up to that old man just to have a shot at me, if I didn't play along, I'd just be a total heartless bitch. So I went along with your little act. How was my performance? Not too shabby, huh?"

Fannie stumbled, and her mind went blank!

Acted?

Astrid knew all along?

No way in hell!

Recalling the scene she had just witnessed on the surveillance footage, Fannie couldn't stop trembling!

When the light fell, everyone in the studio was in a panic, but Astrid was calm and composed, not a ripple on her face.

"I'm off, see you later," Astrid left, her smile radiant, but it sent chills down Fannie's spine.

Why, after all she had given, was she still the butt of the joke?

When Fannie's new assistant, Sallie, arrived, she found Fannie sitting on the floor, pale-faced. She hurried over to help her up. "Ms. Santos, we need to get you to makeup. We're due to start recording soon." "Alright." Fannie got up, trying to control her emotions. "Sallie, is Paula here yet?"

"No, I can't reach him by phone. I heard that Paula might have gone to mentor the new talent show winner." Sallie bit her lip lightly, "Ms. Santos, with Mr. Lampard backing Astrid now, you really shouldn't do anything rash."

Hearing this, Fannie stiffened, her gaze instantly turning cold. "What the hell are you talking about? Why would I do anything to Astrid?"

"Oh." Sallie responded timidly, deciding to drop the subject.

The audience had arrived, and the recording had begun.

Astrid, now dressed for the performance, waited in the dressing room.

Gracie sat next to her, looking very tense. "Astrid, did you find out who that person was? Are you sure you're safe?"

"You've asked this a million times. I swear, I'm fine," Astrid replied, pinching Gracie's cheek. "Eat more. My brother likes chubby girls." "Huh?" Gracie was taken aback. "I'm not meaty enough?"

"You're meaty, just not in the right places," Astrid said, causing Selena to burst out laughing.

Immediately, Gracie was annoyed. "Astrid! I thought we promised to be each other's protectors? Why are you making fun of me?"

The recording of the show was very long, and Astrid's segment was scheduled for the latter half.

By the time she was about to go on, the audience was already exhausted.

Astrid was resting in the dressing room when the door was suddenly pushed open. "This is outrageous, Astrid!" Gracie exclaimed angrily. "The directors had the nerve to schedule your and Fannie's segments back to back. As soon as Fannie finishes her song, you're on! And there's an interview segment after that! Aren't they just asking for trouble?"

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