Side Chick Era... Over

Chapter 796

The live-stream chat was in a frenzy, comments flooding the screen.

[Bark like a dog! Bark! Bark! Bark! I want to see him bark!]

[Let’s all bark together. Woof, woof, woof!]

Seizing the moment, Fabian opened a live voting channel. Viewers could cast their votes: should Harry bark like a dog, or should he quit the industry altogether?

A third option? There was none. After all, Harry hadn’t offered Sharon a third choice. Fabian wasn’t about to play saint and let a foreigner trample on their country’s contestant.

When the host received word of the voting channel from the director, he thought to himself, ‘Fabian’s a genius! What a clever move, turning this into a public vote.’

Controversy was the golden key to traffic. The more explosive, the more attention it drew.

Addressing the audience, the host announced, “The online voting channel is now open. You can all participate and cast your vote-consider it giving Harry a little advice.”

From top to bottom, the organizers, including the host himself, had no intention of bailing Harry out. Instead, they turned him into a spectacle, milking the drama for every ounce of traffic.

The rift between Harry and Sharon was beyond repair. Without hesitation, they sided with Sharon. Why support a foreigner when their own country had just recognized a prodigy?

as Maestro Warner, who had passed over a true genius in favor of

venue, people pulled out their phones and eagerly

even commented

I have to come watch the next one in

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now-if I

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out five minutes ago! I didn’t

almost fainted from rage when he heard this. Instinctively, his gaze darted toward where Maestro Warner sat, silently pleading for his teacher to step

catching in his throat before he could speak. Harry had already lost. Any intervention

his heart and turned

nothing but contempt. ‘He’s always the one demanding others quit or bark

exposing him outright. Instead, following the director’s cue from his earpiece, he announced to the hall, “The results are in. Eighty percent of the audience prefers that Harry bark like

simple: they wanted the spectacle.

calm, unwavering smile on him. “Harry, the audience has spoken. The choice is now yours to

and feign a fainting spell. But under the relentless gaze of the crowd and the unblinking eyes of the cameras, every cheap trick would be exposed. If he tried to escape now, he would lose not just face, but every last shred of

had once humiliated with his reckless wagers? They would seize this moment to rise up and