Xanthea was poking at the cupcake in front of her. Just half an hour ago, she was ready to give up, but now, with the “Realm of Illusions” rights securely in her uncle’s hands, she felt a renewed sense of purpose.
The indecent photos of Matthew with Miranda, Isabella’s provocations, Orion’s mockery, and her uncle’s high copyright fee of $20 million—all of these, she must reclaim with her own hands!
“Uh-huh.”
“We haven’t even started filming, and just the auditions nearly caused a disaster. Mom’s really worried. By the way, has the cause of the explosion at the site been figured out?”
“Not yet,” Xanthea shook her head. “Uncle said the motorcycle was thoroughly inspected before it was delivered. There shouldn’t have been any issues. It must have been tampered with after arriving at the Glory Building. Uncle’s already started a detailed investigation. He will definitely find some clues.”
Clatter!
As Xanthea spoke of finding clues, Miranda trembled and dropped her cutleries to the ground.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
She quickly bent down to pick them up, her fingers trembling as they touched the cold floor.
She had been so careful. To keep the audition secret, the Glory Building hadn’t installed any cameras, and Xanthea’s motorcycle was burnt to ashes in the fire. There couldn’t possibly be any trace left, could there?
Xanthea glanced at her inadvertently, and when she saw her pale face, the action of poking the cupcake with her fork suddenly stopped.
Was it her?!
She had been wondering which actress from the Phoenix auditions might harm her, but she had forgotten that the person who most wanted her dead, and who had actually succeeded, was none other than Matthew and Miranda.
Matthew had an alibi today, but Miranda had been with her all along!
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