Violet felt increasingly ufortable as she watched Shelia and Melody interact so intimately.


    After exchanging pleasantries, Melody nced at her and asked, "Why are you still standing there?"


    "I..." Violet felt humiliated, unsure how to respond.


    Melody waved her hand dismissively. "You can go now. I need to have a private conversation with Jade."


    "But..." Violet wanted to protest, but Melody''s tone left no room for negotiation.


    Sensing the shift in the room, Shelia smiled and said, "It seems Mrs. Sosa has something important to discuss with you. Maybe I shoulde back another time?" Melody didn''t answer. Violet, catching the unspoken cue, quickly interjected, "It''s nothing important. I''ve got something at home. I''ll leave now."


    Before leaving, she sneaked one more nce at the ring on Shelia''s finger.


    If her memory served her right, the ring was the Nichols family''s heirloom.


    She couldn''t help but wonder if Melody wanted Juan and Shelia to get married again. That meant one more person to get a share of the Nichols family''s fortune.


    The thought gnawed at Violet as she made her exit.


    "Sophie, bring some tea for Miss ir," Melody ordered.


    "Will do," Sophie replied, finally snapping out of her daze.


    She hurried off to prepare the tea but couldn''t help but steal nces at them. The sudden change in Melody''s attitude toward Shelia was odd.


    As she brewed the tea, Sophie discreetly pulled out her phone and sent a quick message to Debra, rying everything that had just transpired.


    The next morning, Marion''s car pulled up outside the vi where Debra was set to resume filming for the show. The previous day''s mess had already been tidied up, and the ce was now spotless.


    The director came downstairs to


    greet her. "Ms. Frazier, we''ve


    discussed a new n for the show. Instead of pre-recording the


    episodes, we''ll switch to


    live-streaming. You''ll have mol


    freedom to improvise, but please be mindful of thenguage since we''ll be streaming live to arge


    audience."


    "I understand," Debra replied.


    She nced back to see Marion''s car pulling away before taking a seat in the living room to review the script.


    The director exined, "It''s going to be pretty straightforward. The other three groups of guests will also be participating, so it shouldn''t be too dull. And I''m sure you and Mr.


    Nichols will have plenty to


    about."


    "We''ll see," Debra said, eyeing Juan, who had juste downstairs wearing a simple navy loungewear set.This content is ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke.


    The following morning, Debra and Juan left the house with the production crew. They were headed to meet the other guests at arge estate rented by the show, where they would all be staying during the live-stream. "You''re so pretty, Ms. Frazier," remarked one of the female guests.


    The woman was pretty and in her mid-twenties. Debra remembered her as Megan Brown, an artist from the Potter Group. Megan''s ex-husband, Edward Wolf, was a moderately famous second-tier actor.


    Rumor had it that the two had been


    in love since they were seventeen and married four yearster. But for some reason, they had announced their divorce, citing irreconcble differences and the strain of long-distance work.