Chapter 29:
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Excitement was mounting both online and in person. Alicia remainedpletely unfazed as she focused on her performance.
Once he finished singing, he silently walked off the stage, ignoring the conversations that arose around him.
Netizens began to voice their opinions. The public that once idolized Lilliana was now turning against her.
“Did you see? Alicia’s votes just surpassed Lilliana’s. This is incredible! “A big name singer just lost to a neer.”
“This is amazing! It sounds exactly likest year''s hit! You can tell it’s the same voice!”
"Do you think he''s lip-syncing?"
?Or maybe Lilliana was the one lip-syncing the whole time! Since that song unexpectedly became poprst year, she hasn''t released anything worth mentioning. Don''t you find that strange?
"I''ve been saying this for a while. How can someone have just one hit song? It turns out she wasn''t even the one singing."
"Just listen to Lilliana''s performance today. She soundspletely muffled."
The noise grew louder and more intense.
Even the judges exchanged doubtful nces, their skepticism evident as they looked at Lilliana.
High-profile celebrities, on whom the Green family had spent a fortune, could not bear public scrutiny. They confronted Lilliana directly, demanding to know what was going on.
Lilliana''s face had already been paled. She clutched her stomach, unable to move.
Gerry, enjoying the spectacle, took a moment to taunt Caden. “You lost, Caden. Don’t forget to hand over thend.”
Caden replied with azy smile, “Don''t worry, I won''t back down.”
“Do you smile even after losing?” Gerry asked.
“Seeing a good show for a piece ofnd is quite a bargain,” Caden said with a shrug.
Caden''s gaze shifted as he focused on a corner of the audience.
He noticed several suspicious figures with their hats pulled down. They were listening intently to the patriarch of the Green family.
After exchanging a few words, the group bowed and left.
Caden raised an eyebrow curiously and stood up.
Gerry arched his neck, eager to continue gossiping. “Where are you going?”
Joshua quickly took Lilliana away, worried about her and the baby.
Lilliana leaned against him, shaking uncontrobly. “Why is this happening?”Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
Not only had she lost today''s contest, but now her lip-syncing history was about toe to light.
How could this happen?
How could Alice be rted to Iris?
Lilliana felt a mix of rage and fear as tears ran down her face.
“Joshua, what should we do?” she sobbed. “The promotion for this event was massive, and now I have been embarrassed like this. How can I continue in the entertainment industry?”
Joshua''s expression darkened with anger.
So Iris could be Alice.
I realized this with a mixture of surprise and irony.
Alice had waited all this time for this moment.
Was it all to get revenge on him? To make his life more difficult?
Alicia was quite the ex-wife.
Joshua realized he had underestimated her. He felt a surge of anger rise up within him as he searched for a solution.
After a moment, he tightened his grip on the crying woman in his arms. A fierce determination shone in his eyes.
Alicia had seen today''s sceneing.
She wasted no time and headed backstage to change out of her borate dress.
The audience was absorbed in the show, leaving the dressing room almost empty. A little tired, Alicia closes the curtain and begins to undress.
Alice had only worn the dress once and wanted to avoid ruining it, so she handled it carefully.
After hanging up, he suddenly remembered that he hadn''t brought any changes of clothes.
At that moment, I heard the door open.
A surge of hope washed over Alice as she asked quietly, “Are you my makeup artist?” She got no response.
Thinking she had misheard, Alice called again, but still received no answer.
Peeking behind the curtain, she found no one. She clutched her chest and tiptoed out. As she turned a corner, she saw Caden sitting in a makeup chair, watching her with an amused expression.
"Jesus Christ!" Alice screamed internally.
She stood frozen for several seconds before turning and running away, still clutching her chest. In her frustration, she pulled the curtain closed.
Caden smiled as he picked up his clothes from his chair and walked over to her.
Alice screamed, "Why didn''t you answer when I called you? You''re a pervert."
Caden calmly replied, “You were calling your makeup artist. Why would I answer?”
Alice growled, “Get out!”
Caden reached out and pulled the curtain aside, revealing her.
Alice grabbed her quickly, determined not to let her go.
Caden decided not to argue. “Aren’t you going to change?”
Of course, Alice needed to change, but hisment irritated her. “Leave the clothes behind. “I’ll deal with themter.”
Caden nonchntly replied, “What do I care about your t chest?”
Fury gripped Alice. “Who are you calling t?” Even if it was, it’s none of your business!”
Caden acknowledged her with a short hum before dropping the clothes onto the floor.
"I''m leaving," he announced.
Secondster, footsteps echoed in the hallway. Alice waited, not knowing if he had really left. She cautiously peeked through a small gap in the curtain.
There was no one in sight.
Seeing the clothes a short distance away, he reached out his hand but couldn''t grab them. So I decided to go outside.
Just as she reached for the clothes, a feeling of uneasiness washed over her, causing her to quickly turn her head. Caden was leaning casually against a closet with a satisfied smile on his face as he watched her.
Damn!
Alice screamed silently. Her face burned with fury as she grabbed the clothes and ran back behind the curtain.
Cadenughed softly. “How can someone be so clumsy?”
Alice gritted her teeth in frustration. “I never imagined you were such a pervert!”
Cadenmented, “Haven’t you been standing right under my nose?”
Alice was speechless.
He clenched his fists and quickly put on his clothes.
As he left, his phone range. It was Gerry. “Mr. Hopkins,” he said as he walked out.
Gerry informed her, “The restaurant is booked. I''ll send someone to pick you up. By the way, have you seen Caden?”
Alice replied tly, “He’s gone.”
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