Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 551 Glued Lock

"Got it. You can leave now."

"Alright."

Once the makeup artist left, Zelena was left alone in the dressing room, scrolling through Twitter.

Suddenly, the lights began flickering erratically, and with a loud bang, the door slammed shut, plunging the room into darkness. "Ah!"

Startled, Zelena leaped from her seat and dashed to the door, only to find it firmly jammed. No matter how hard she pulled, it wouldn't open. She grabbed her phone and dialed her assistant.

With her assistant out for a meal, Zelena was left in darkness, and the seconds dragged on painfully as she waited for the call to connect. "Hello, Ms. Blake?"

Finally, the call connected.

Zelena quickly said, "You need to come back immediately. The lights have gone out, and I can't get the door open!"

Her assistant, who had barely touched her meal, set down her utensils and replied, "I'm on my way right now. Just hang tight, Ms. Blake."

The call stayed connected as the assistant hurried back to the dressing room and struggled with the door.

"Ms. Blake? Ms. Blake?"

Hearing her assistant's voice from the other side brought Zelena some relief. "I'm here. Can you check what's wrong with the door? Is there a power outage on set?"

The assistant answered, "There's no power outage. Just hold on; I'll get someone to help open the door."

Soon, the assistant arrived with a crew member carrying a flashlight.

that the door's lock had been glued shut, preventing the key from fitting. The only option was to

dressing room was due

twenty-minute delay in the night

in a pitch-black room had left Zelena shaken. When

assistant draped a coat over Zelena and angrily said, "The wires were cut and the lock was glued shut?

to the crew

"This is unprecedented. Could a

snapped, "Conduct a

member nodded.

resolving such incidents proved

extras-coming and going, identifying the culprit

a law-abiding society, most people wouldn't

adept at covering their

crowd, Jenny, observing Zelena's distress, couldn't hide her satisfaction. She smirked before heading

turned,

wn

expression darkened, and she muttered through gritted

cause such trouble on

Is she crazy?

of person would

asked, "Ms. Blake, what

her coat. "Nothing. Let's just go into the

I'll get you a glass

the dressing room for twenty minutes

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