On stage and under the spotlight, the person’s fair skin and dark hair stood out, just a side profile alone was breathtaking enough to suspend one’s breath.
Hannah was getting accustod to the cara.
Tiffany Lynch couldn’t bear it and went to look for Joan King.
Joan King, who was still on tenterhooks, felt even more flustered when confronted by Tiffany’s inquiry, she confird, "It’s true. I personally put the rusty nail in, exactly as you instructed. There’s absolutely no mistake."
Tiffany’s voice was colder than ever, "Then why is it that Hannah Winter is absolutely fine?"
Joan King hastily shook her head, "I don’t know, I’m wondering about that as well."
As she spoke, her brows furrowed, her lips were dry and cracked from anxiety, "Miss Lynch, perhaps we should give up."
After all, it was a malicious act.
Although she liked to act high and mighty in front of the trainees and loved to scold people, she was actually scared when it ca to doing such things.
Especially thinking about Hannah’s expressions.
Joan King even thought that the other party might already know about their sche.
But Tiffany Lynch didn’t consider these things at all, she only wanted to reclaim the center position she felt was rightfully hers, "We’ve already done what we planned to do, now you go and find the producer. Whether she’s genuinely hurt or not, Hannah Winter has to be replaced."
Joan King hesitated, "Will this work?"
Tiffany Lynch sneered, her eyes fierce, "You just need to do as I say."
Whether Hannah Winter was injured or not, she intended to make it appear so.
Joan King didn’t dare to refute Tiffany Lynch and proceeded to find the producer.
At this point, there were only fifteen minutes left before the shooting of the the song began.
Unlike the other trainees who were getting accustod to the stage, Tiffany Lynch stood alone in a corner, her usual gentle, water-like eyes were brooding and icy.
Her gaze was fixed on Hannah on stage.
After a while, she shifted her gaze only to see May Hoffman staring at her from a distance.
Even with makeup, her fatigue was hard to conceal.
Tiffany Lynch sneered, her eyes full of mockery and disgust.
It was as if May Hoffman didn’t see anything. She silently stood for more than ten seconds before turning around and leaving.
By this ti, there were only five minutes left until the start of the recording.
Joan King arrived with the producer and called a halt to the imminent recording.
The trainees who were already on stage were sowhat puzzled, but they still walked over.
The producer went straight to Hannah and scrutinized her, "Hannah Winter, I heard that you were injured?"
As soon as this remark ca out, the rest of the trainees had shocked expressions. They looked at Hannah and discussed among themselves.
Joan King reprimanded the crowd, "Everyone, quiet down. If you don’t want to record anymore, go back to the dormitory."
The crowd was outraged but dared not speak out.
In the midst of the crowd, Hannah, who stood in the very center, was still so radiant. She looked directly into the producer’s eyes and smiled, "Who told you that, producer?"
The producer frowned, "Don’t worry where I heard it from, just tell if it’s true or not."
Hannah paused for a while, the corners of her mouth pressing down, and her gaze falling on Joan King who was near the producer.
Joan King swallowed and lowered her head.
Seeing Hannah didn’t answer for a long ti, the producer made up his mind and harshly announced, "In that case, you need to give up the center position."
The discussion among the people started again, and they could hardly believe it.
After all, Hannah’s center position was voted on by netizens. The recording was about to start and suddenly they wanted to change the center - anyone would have trouble accepting this.
Tiffany Lynch stood on the side of the crowd, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.
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