Leona and Crystal's hearts skipped a beat.

Crystal, looking utterly miserable, pleaded, "I don't know what you mean. We haven't done anything wrong. Please don't accuse us unjustly."

Leona was wiping sweat incessantly. They were both dressed in thick costumes for the play, and with the temperature already soaring, the ring of lights around them felt like an oven, rapidly dehydrating them. Leona gritted her teeth and said, "Exactly, what could we possibly do? In this crew, we're just small fries, lucky not to be bullied!"

As for that little sabotage, there was no concrete evidence, so as long as they denied everything vehemently, nobody could pin anything on them. Besides, it was just a little mischief, not something that harmed anyone.

death by you lot." Suddenly, Tyrone felt that Quintessa

tell you something? Don't believe her; that woman is venomous. She can't stand seeing anyone do better than her. You don't know,

disdain as he looked at Leona, "This is actually the first time I've heard that a role I secured for my

silent; Crystal bit her lip, looking

these women hardly worth his time. He said

"Make sure they learn their

sorry. It's our fault; it's all on me. Please, spare them. They just wanted to stand up for

tufts of her hair stuck on her cheeks; the fragility made her somewhat

behalf of everyone, taking all the blame on herself. Yet, in reality, she implied that

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