Chapter 388

Chapter 388:
Barbara’s lips curled into a sly grin. “Well, 100k at that,” she drawled, leaning forward. “Vivian’s little stunt actually played right into our hands.”
The uproar had drawn away nearly all the protesters, leaving the entrance to the recording studio wide open.
Their sedan coasted effortlessly through the gate, slipping past the chaos and pulling up next to Vivian’s flashy car. Barbara hopped out first and helped Millie from the back seat, just as Vivian’s eyes landed on them. She stood frozen, too stunned to even react.
Barbara spun on her heel and flashed Vivian a wide, taunting grin, finishing it off with an exaggerated eye roll that only made Vivian’s expression darken. Vivian’s lips curled into a sneer. “Bask in it while you can, Serena. This is the last time you’ll ever get to feel proud.”
Millie wasn’t going to dignify that with a reply, but since it was the final round, she decided Vivian didn’t deserve the satisfaction of silence.
She turned, catching the furious twist in her rival’s features.
With a bold, unbothered smile, Millie answered, “Don’t worry—I plan to. And trust me, I’m just getting started.”
“You!” Vivian’s temper snapped.
“Thinking about hitting her, huh?” Before Vivian could barrel forward, Barbara and the makeup artist darted in front of Millie.
Curious onlookers had already begun to gather, forcing Vivian to swallow her anger and rein in her temper. Read complete version only at.net
“All you ever do is talk big,” she muttered under her breath, then spun on her heel and marched away.
The crowd’s attention lingered on Millie, scrutinizing her every move. Even Daphne gave a derisive snort as she swept past.
Millie paid them no mind and strode directly toward the backstage area.
Before long, the spat was already blowing up across social media. The finals hadn’t even kicked off, and the atmosphere was already crackling with tension.
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On top of the crowds protesting Serena, a growing swarm of spectators had gathered, hungry for the unfolding drama. With anticipation building, everyone waited breathlessly for the live broadcast to begin.
Despite nearly being hemmed in by the protesters outside, Millie still managed to slip backstage ahead of schedule. Inside, Daphne—unwilling to share even a corner of the space with Millie—had already retreated to a private lounge, leaving only a handful of staffers milling about behind the scenes.
With the contestants, judges, and host all absent, the atmosphere backstage felt strangely deserted. Some staff eyed Millie warily, their loyalties shifting according to each contestant’s odds of winning.
In the end, no one ever approached her, and Millie found herself isolated in the middle of a wide, empty stretch of floor.
When Barbara tried to gather information, she ran straight into a wall of chilly indifference. The cold-shoulder treatment reeked of Vivian’s doing. Clearly, their earlier confrontation had struck a nerve, and Vivian wasn’t finished retaliating.
It was at that awkward moment that Jayceon and his siblings swooped in and took in the scene. Jayceon, never one to hide his feelings, barreled straight toward Millie with a thunderous scowl.
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