Chapter 223

Chapter 223:
Her frustration boiled over, and she dialed Oakley again.
He didn’t answer right away.
When he finally picked up, she snapped, “What took so long? What’s going on?”
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The show was already halfway through, and the stream was still crystal clear!
On his end, Oakley stood tense, glaring at Charles from a distance. His men had already been captured. Heavenly Melody had multiple hands in it—production houses, talent agencies, investors. That made everything sensitive, and Charles knew he needed to tread carefully.
Despite being known for his short temper, Charles wasn’t the reckless type to lash out without thinking. He knew that reckless action could trigger a chain of consequences that would echo far beyond the night. He was just the third grandson in the Evans line. With more episodes of Heavenly Melody still in the pipeline and multiple powerful players watching from the sidelines, Charles had done the math. He had read the room, struck the right deals, and quietly won the nod of every key investor.
So, when Oakley tried to smooth things over with vague words and fake calm, Charles simply raised his fist and hit him.
“You thought the temper was for show?” Charles asked coldly.
Because Charles hadn’t acted aggressively earlier but instead kept his calm, Oakley had been careless and come alone. No backup. And now he was outnumbered.
He seethed more as Vivian’s name lit up his screen.
“I’m dealing with it,” he said curtly and hung up without waiting for her reply. This content belongs to.net
“Oakley, what are you—” Vivian’s voice crackled, but the line was already dead, leaving her fuming.
Back on stage, the masked mermaid kept singing, her voice rising even higher. Every eye stayed fixed on her with amazement.
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The stage lights danced in perfect harmony with Serena’s ethereal voice, transforming her mermaid-like silhouette into a mesmerizing aquatic dreamscape that enveloped the entire audience.
Meanwhile, fury coursed through Vivian’s veins like molten lava.
She considered reaching out to Oakley, convinced that sabotaging the audio quality would be her most effective weapon. Her knowledge of Serena whispered warnings that even greater spectacles awaited the audience. Yet Oakley remained frustratingly unreachable, either deliberately ignoring her desperate attempts or drowning in his own web of complications.
Exhaling a defeated breath, Vivian shifted her strategy and decided to contact Johnny instead, her fingers moving with urgent precision.
The live broadcast continued its relentless march forward, igniting passionate debates that spread like wildfire across the digital landscape.
Without warning, a provocative question surfaced from the chaos. “Have mysterious puppet masters orchestrated the dramatic transformation in Serena’s video quality?”
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