Chapter 394:
“I’m not defending her! Don’t pin that on me!”
“Prove it, then! Stand with us! Shout it out! Boycott Serena!”
“Fine, I will!”
“Boycott Serena!”
“Down with Serena!”
A fresh surge of angry chants swept through the audience, louder than before. Vivian watched from her seat, a sly smile curving her lips as the wave of outrage grew.
Millie stood back, taking in every detail. This was exactly the chain reaction she had anticipated. Vivian always played dirty, and Millie knew her style all too well. Scheming was Vivian’s specialty, but Millie decided to turn the tide by embracing it.
Vivian tried to bury her under a mountain of scandals, Millie would use those very rumors as her tools, transforming herself in plain sight for everyone to see. Clutching the microphone like a sculptor’s tool, Serena let every fierce shout from the crowd fuel her performance, each note shaping her image once more on stage.
With every rising shout from the crowd, the layers of plaster seemed to crack and fall from her body at an even quicker pace. Every cruel rumor and whispered insult became an invisible chisel, chipping away at the old and carving out someone stronger in its place.
“Down with Serena!” “Get Serena off that stage!”
Out in the crowd, Brandon’s brow furrowed in thought as he glanced at the empty seat beside him. Millie was still nowhere to be found. She had promised she would be there today. So why hadn’t she shown up? Was it because of Vivian’s connection to the event, or was there another reason entirely? Or could it be something else?
Uncertain, Brandon tore his eyes away from the vacant seat and focused his attention back on Serena, masked and transformed under the lights.
Just then, as the music soared, the last traces of plaster slipped away, leaving her standing in the spotlight, fully revealed. It was as if a sudden gust had swept through, scattering every remnant of her old self and unveiling the new.
A heartbeat later, the soundtrack shifted. Gone were the delicate sculpting sounds, replaced by a fierce, pulsing rhythm that filled the arena. It felt as though the plaster had finished its transformation and was now embracing a brand new existence.
A hypnotic beat, paired with vocals that carried both mastery and emotion, turned the dreamlike stage into a spectacle no one could look away from. Every move of her powerful dance, blending different styles yet executed with perfect control, allowed her to belt out each note with unwavering strength. Even as the choreography pushed her limits, she never faltered.
Every element—narrative, skill, artistry, and even the tension of the crowd’s chanting both inside and outside—blended seamlessly into the fabric of her performance. She was absolutely mesmerizing!
Even Oakley, who had come solely to orchestrate chaos, found himself in awe, unable to tear his gaze away.
Fortunately for Vivian, she had seized the moment to exploit the uproar surrounding Serena’s donation scandal. Without that controversy, Charles could have risen to incredible heights with someone this talented by his side.
The thought brought a sly grin to Oakley’s face as he glanced at Charles.
“Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t do anything,” Oakley teased, his tone smug. “I just wanted a front-row seat when you crash and burn.”
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