Xanthea remained silent.
"Here for the top ten IPs today? You might as well prepare to leave empty-handed. See our chairman over there? No one can compete with Starlight Media, not with the Lockwood Group backing them!"
"We won’t know the result unless I give it a try."
Isabella let out a loud, mocking laugh, quickly covering her mouth to avoid being caught on camera, "Go ahead then; watch yourself crash and burn!"
She dropped her hand and glanced at Matthew and Miranda standing next to her.
"Didn’t expect you’re so careless, letting everyone know...uhmm!"
Before Isabella could finish, Xanthea clamped a hand over her mouth, her narrowed eyes issuing a clear warning.
"Let go!"
Isabella stepped back, shooting Xanthea an annoyed glare before strutting off to join the other Starlight Media artists in the front row VIP seats.
This Xanthea, a pampered princess who wouldn't deign to dirty her hands, had skin even softer than her frequently pampered face. How could she survive the cutthroat entertainment industry against someone like her? She'd be begging for mercy soon enough!
She almost dropped a clanger.
Xanthea exhaled in relief as Matthew looked on in surprise at Isabella's retreating figure, "Isabella? The girl from next door in high school who always tried to copy you?"
"You remember?"
"Of course! Everyone loved you back then, except for her. Always turning against you, trying to imitate you, but it just came off as awkward. Xan, you're one of a kind!"
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