The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2072

"Charlotte..."

The girls didn't leave immediately. They gathered in front of her, asking softly, "Will you be at the set tomorrow?"

"Hm?"

Charlotte paused. She hadn't actually planned on going, considering she had already taught them everything they needed to know.

"If you're there, we'd feel a lot more confident," one girl explained, and the rest quickly nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Charlotte, please come."

Charlotte mulled it over for a few seconds before letting out a low chuckle. "Alright."

"Yes!"

The dancers cheered, their eyes turning slightly red with emotion. "We promise we won't let you down."

"Just don't let yourselves down," Charlotte replied, leaning casually against the mirror and tossing her hair over her shoulder with a slight smirk. "If you dance well, the album sells more, and I make more money."

The girls fell silent.

The touching moment vanished instantly, replaced by a deep appreciation for their choreographer's brutal honesty.

...

The following morning, Charlotte was jolted awake by her ringing phone.

The young woman furrowed her brows in annoyance. Before she even reached for it, the call connected.

"Who is it?!"

Charlotte snapped, pushing her bangs out of her face. Waking her up was never a good idea.

"Charlotte..." a trembling, tearful voice came through the speaker. "Polly fell down the stairs. Her leg is broken."

Polly was one of the core members of the dance crew.

Breaking her leg on the very day of the music video shoot... What a coincidence.

"What do we do?" the girl on the phone sobbed. "The doctor said she needs surgery today, or she might never walk properly again."

"But Polly is refusing to stay in the hospital. She's insisting on coming back to finish the shoot."

It was a twelve-person routine. Being down one person meant all their hard work would go down the drain.

Polly was a kind, hardworking girl, and she clearly didn't want to drag the rest of the team down.

"I understand."

Having grasped the situation, Charlotte gave a few brief instructions before throwing off the covers.

Without Polly, the shoot was impossible.

"Charlotte..."

The moment Polly saw her, tears streamed down her pale face. "I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't see anyone behind me, I just missed a step and fell. I'm so sorry..."

"I can still push through. Can you talk to the doctor? Just let me finish filming the MV, please?"

She didn't care about getting screen time; she just couldn't bear to let her friends down.

Charlotte reached out and gently probed Polly's injured leg, her brows knitting tightly together. "If you dance on this, you'll lose the leg entirely."

"But..."

Polly's guilt overwhelmed her, and she wailed, "Why did this have to happen today? What do we do now?"

"It's all Reba's team's fault. They don't know how to watch where they're going," another girl interjected angrily, wiping her tears. "I bet they did it on purpose because they were terrified our routine would outshine theirs!"

Unfortunately, there were no security cameras and no witnesses.

They had no proof.

And their routine was officially ruined.