The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 692

The production manager's face was flushed with excitement. "Our livestream is exploding! Sure, we paid for some promotion, but the results this time are beyond anything we imagined!"

"Our channel is pushing a million viewers right now, and the numbers are still climbing!"

Howard immediately glanced over at the screen.

What he saw left him speechless.

In the short time he'd been talking to the manager, the viewership had already surpassed a million.

A million people... How could numbers like that even be real?

He'd been a producer for years, but nothing he'd ever made had blown up like this.

Howard stood, stunned for a moment, before reality caught up with him. He was quick to sense opportunity-this, he knew, was his chance to finally step into the spotlight.

He turned to his tech team, his tone urgent. "Do whatever it takes to keep the servers and stream stable. No crashes, no lag—understood?"

The team, all members of Howard's crew, nodded, well aware how critical this stream was.

The manager added, "Director Shaw, this contestant-Stella—she's not only stunning, she's incredibly talented. Even if she doesn't win the whole thing, she's bound to become the show's fan favorite."

be our ace in the hole, the one who turns it all around for us. And when she goes up against Rachel Pearce later, push some promo her way too. Let's

understood-Howard was testing the contestants'

the fittest, Howard thought. It's not just about skill;

the live chat scrolled so fast it

lingo marking them as fellow musicians. Another chunk seemed to be Stella's longtime fans, hyping up both her talent and beauty.

techs to pull up the backend analytics so he could

moment, Stella was on stage, facing

five minutes after their performance to win over the

"That piece you just played

I've never heard

it

Who

composed it?"

voiced the question on everyone's mind. The

forward in

even

the judges, unconsciously straightened up.

on par with the legendary Star-if

if he could discover the composer

a

old hand at this; he'd known, almost instantly, that this piece was every bit as