The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2077

Charlotte cast a sidelong glance at the panting dancers beside her, casually grabbing her jacket and draping it over her shoulders. With a wicked, arrogant arch of her brow, she drawled, "Director, any critiques?"

Critiques?

The director was still frozen in place, his face flushing between pale and beet red.

With a performance like that, who the hell would dare critique it?!

If this was what she called "knowing a little," the rest of the industry might as well retire.

It was no exaggeration to say this was the most dynamic, infectious, and perfectly suited choreography he had ever seen in his entire career.

Even compared to top-tier international dancers, it was completely flawless.

He could practically guarantee that once this music video dropped, it would break the internet.

It even had a massive shot at snagging an international choreography award.

And when that happened, his reputation as the MV director would skyrocket right along with it.

"Your silence tells me you're not satisfied," Charlotte remarked, leaning casually against the edge of a table. Her eyes were half-closed, a faint, intimidating smirk playing on her lips. "You're the director, so you get the final say."

"If you really think this routine doesn't cut it and want to swap it for what's-her-name's, I won't stop you."

"No, no, no! Absolutely no swapping! I was completely blind to your talent... I just..."

The director, who had been furious and dismissive just moments ago, now wore an incredibly awkward, pleading smile as he looked at Kenneth for help.

Hearing her choreography dismissed as "what's-her-name's," Reba's expression turned unimaginably ugly.

"Have some water."

Kenneth walked over with a thermos, practically glowing with an eager-to-please smile. "The director was just stressed about the album. He can be a little blunt, so don't take it to heart."

Charlotte took the water and took a few sips. She didn't actually hold a grudge against the director.

He was just doing his job.

"So..."

Charlotte tossed the bottle back to Kenneth, blinking her stunning eyes as her crimson lips curved upward. "What's the verdict, Director?"

As she walked past Reba, Charlotte stopped. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she slowly lifted her gaze, exuding a fiercely domineering aura.

"You really know how to play the long game, Ms. Charlotte."

Refusing to back down under Charlotte's icy stare, Reba forced a stiff smile. "I guess I should congratulate you in advance on a smooth shoot, a hit record, and winning that gold award."

"Cut the act."

One of the dancers fired back, unable to hold her tongue any longer. "If it wasn't for your crew, Polly wouldn't have fallen."

"Yeah, if Charlotte didn't know how to dance, who knows who would have swooped in to take advantage."

"Exactly," another girl chimed in with a vicious glare. "You're all snakes."

"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?"

Reba's face contorted in rage, and she took a step forward to argue. But before she could move any closer, a slender, pale finger pressed firmly against her shoulder.

With one hand still in her pocket, Charlotte pointed at Reba with the other, her dark eyes locking onto her with freezing intensity. "It means exactly what they said. Are you deaf?"