Chapter 795
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On the way to the venue, she caught sight of a quaint flower shop and asked the driver to pull over. She bought a bouquet bursting with cool blue hues.
By the time she reached the downtown stadium, the energy there was already building. It was only four in the afternoon, but waves of fans had already taken over the area. Most had traveled from far outside Shirie just to watch Dalton’s first concert.
Lining the stadium were rows upon rows of merch stalls, each swarmed by eager fans.
Cutouts of Dalton stood tall beside booths selling shirts with his lyrics, branded hats, glowing sticks, and glossy posters.
Brenna had never been a fangirl before. The sheer intensity of the scene caught her off guard.
Curious but slightly overwhelmed, she worked her way through the crowd and bought a light board glowing with Dalton’s name.
Thankfully, Shepard had the foresight to assign two bodyguards to accompany her. Without them, the crowd would have swallowed her whole.
The frenzy around the merch booths was evident. Everything was getting snatched up as fast as it hit the tables. Brenna let the current of people carry her toward the stadium gates.
Fortunately, there were several entry points.
After getting inside, Brenna was stunned by the size of the place. It looked built to fit nearly eighty thousand people. Seating prices varied by distance, and those closest to the stage were clearly expensive.
The stage was fully assembled by the time she entered. Towering LED screens stood at both ends, flashing a loop of Dalton’s concert promos. Lift platforms were getting final checks, while sponsorship banners lined the upper rails in perfect symmetry.
From where she stood, Brenna recognized logos from the Harper Group, Mitchell Technologies, and several other big companies based in Shirie. Onstage, technicians moved briskly as they adjusted microphones and ran lighting tests, fine-tuning every detail.
Brenna knew there was nothing for her to do there. So, she kept her distance, careful not to interfere with the crew’s work.
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She found her seat and sat down. Pulling out her phone, she aimed to snap a photo and share it online.
Just then, she saw Rosie’s post, timestamped fifty minutes earlier.
“Tried to offer my family some good projects, but they refused me. Got kicked out. It broke my heart.”
The comments came in fast, many with usernames she was familiar with.
Jordy: “Was it the Harper family? What happened?”
Rosie replied, “I made a small mistake in the past. I’ve said sorry again and again, but they won’t forgive me. I don’t want to lose them.”
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