"Was it you who did this?"
Lucy Taylor had approached without notice, staring at Tiffany Lynch.
Tiffany’s face beca slightly more expressionless, but her satisfaction was evident in her eyes. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Lucy scoffed, "I’ve seen backdoor tactics, but never as disgusting as yours."
Climbing the social ladder wasn’t unheard of in the talent show or entertainnt circles. Lucy herself had benefited from it. However, despite doing all this, she still fell behind Hannah Winter.
She accepted it.
But Tiffany was not willing to concede. "I am rely reclaiming what is rightfully mine."
The center position was hers. If it hadn’t been for Hannah’s sudden interference, she wouldn’t have had to resort to such asures.
So, it was all Hannah’s fault.
In the crowd, the producer, seeing Hannah’s continued silence, presud she accepted the decision. Just when he was about to announce the replacent, the sa person suddenly spoke up.
"What if I refuse?"
Hannah looked up, a hint of humor in her eyes.
The producer, growing impatient, raised his voice, "Do you intend to drag everyone else down with you? What will you do if sothing happens during the recording? Are you going to jeopardize the performance of dozens of others for your own sake?"
Hannah, looking at the producer before her, spoke calmly and seriously, "I’m not injured, and I don’t agree with the replacent."
The producer had lost his patience entirely. True or not, appeasing the investors by changing the person would make no difference to him. "Enough, you don’t need to say all these pointless words."
He paused, then raised his voice once more. "I hereby announce that the main song’s center position will be replaced by Tiffany..."
"Wait." Hannah suddenly interrupted the producer, her profound gaze resting on his face. She uttered a slight smirk, "I have sothing to say."
The producer cast her a cold look, "What else do you want to say?"
Replacing a center position was not a big deal. Even if it angered so fans, in the end, it would only increase the heat around the show.
A trainee without any backing, no matter how popular, was dispensable if the show’s investors did not favor her.
A stone that could be stepped on at any ti.
People seed to accept Tiffany Lynch as the new center. Although they felt a mixture of astonishnt and regret for their fellow trainees, who existed much like ants, no one dared to speak up for Hannah.
Tiffany had already moved to the front of the line, ready to accept her glory.
However, Hannah’s words shattered Tiffany’s beautiful illusion.
But on second thought, it was rely a last-ditch effort. Nothing to fear.
Hannah requested to speak privately with the producer.
Initially, the producer was not intending to agree. After all, it was just a change of center position. Wasn’t he, the producer, able to decide that?
However, looking into her deep, ocean-like eyes, the producer found himself unconsciously nodding in agreent. For a mont, as if bewitched, he felt drowsy.
Hannah and the producer stood in a corner for approximately one minute.
Everyone was curious about their conversation.
So people speculated whether it was so sort of...secret arrangent.
Looks of disdain were evident.
May Hoffman stood aside, looking at the direction where Hannah and the producer stood. She looked aloof and weary, like soone who hadn’t slept for days.
Everyone kept a distance from her.
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