A derisiveugh echoed through the room as Ashley stepped forward.


    "Do you think we''re idiots, Debra? You''re talking nonsense. Yourpany is bankrupt. What connection do you have with the Potter family? Can you really invest billions in this program?"


    Eve chimed in, her voice dripping with mockery. "That''s right. My dad is a board member at Potter Group and knows their operations well. This project was initiated by McKinney Group and Potter Entertainment. The investment is counted in billions. Even if yourpany were still there, could youe up with that much?"


    Debra didn''t even bother to exin. She had approved the investment over a month ago as the president of McKinney Group, back when the Frazier Group was stillN?velDrama.Org owns this.


    intact.


    It was Michael who had suggested she sign the contract with Potter Entertainment


    "If you don''t believe me, I can''t help that. Just tell me what you want."


    "We want you out of the practice room. Break the contract."


    "Sorry, no can do."


    Eve bristled, ready tosh out, but Freya intervened, cing a restraining hand on her arm. "You can stay if you want, but don''t let this happen again. We''re all equal here, and your privilege is uneptable."


    Debra met her gaze steadily. "I want to follow the rules, but I don''t have the authority."


    Freya frowned. "What do you mean?"


    Andrew was the viper who called the shot, and Debra had no idea what he would do


    next.


    Eve sneered, "I see. You''re just here to stir up trouble. Stay if you want. You''ll regret it sooner orter. Let''s go."


    With that, the crowd dispersed, leaving Debra in chagrin.


    "Andrew, what exactly do you want to do? Is this some kind of twisted amusement?" she thought bitterly.


    On the first day of training, the trainees were expected to have a light frame and a


    flexible waist. Everyone here had received a month of professional training and danced with grace and precision.


    The dance teacher demonstrated a routine, and the trainees followed along seamlessly. Only Debra was left there watching.


    The teacher nced at Debra and said, "Debra, you''re starting today, so you might not be familiar with this. I''ll do the whole routine for you to learn."


    Debra responded, her voice carrying an air of authority rather than humility. "Please show me aplete performance."


    Eve, standing nearby, scoffed. "Get off your high horse, Debra. Show your respect to our teacher."


    The other trainees whispered among themselves with disdain.


    "I bet she''s never danced before. We''ll see her make a fool of herself soon."


    "Always putting on airs, not knowing who she''s impressing. She only has her looks to rely on."


    Debra ignored their jibes, her focus unwavering. The teacher began the routine, demonstrating a pop dance that seemed simple but required excellent coordination to look good. Without proper execution, the dance would appear awkward and unpolished. Eve sneered, "I''ve studied modern dance for three years, and it took me several days to learn this routine. Debra, if you can''t do it, leave now to avoid embarrassment."