Watching the drama unfold in the livestream chat, the backstage crew couldn''t help but smirk. Controversy was golden-it meant more viewers. Though Heather''s group''s antics were a bit much, the skyrocketing audience numbers made it all worth it.


    Walker was thrilled with the data rolling in from the tform. He waved his assistant over, "Hey, go tell catering we need to up our game today. Make sure they prepare extra food."


    Since the shownded a big-time sponsor who pampered them with gourmet meals, Walker felt like they were saving a bundle.


    The assistant beamed at the news. Who wouldn''t be excited about a spread prepared by a top chef from a five-star hotel? Off he went to ry the director''s orders.


    Five minutester, the assistant was back, looking conflicted.


    The director was still glued to his screen, monitoring the stream. It took a moment for him to notice his assistant''s return. Seeing his downcast face, he asked, "What''s up?"


    The assistant sighed deeply, "No feast today—or for the rest of the episodes, I bet."


    Walker blinked, "What do you mean?"


    "Well, the sponsors said they''re cutting off the meals because you ''mistreated'' their darling heiress this episode," the assistant exined.


    Walker: "..."


    His eyes flicked back to the screen, where the sibling team was making great progress with their renovation,ughing and having a good time-hardly the picture of mistreatment.


    Walker snorted, "So they want to starve their precious heiress, is that it?"


    The assistant had seen thising, "They''ll arrange for someone to deliver her meals personally."


    Walker: "..."


    "And they said the guests will still get their meals. Just not the crew," the assistant added.


    Walker: "!!!"


    That was downright unfair!


    "Too bad we won''t get to enjoy the chef''s cooking anymore," the assistant sighed for the umpteenth time, throwing a slightly using nce at Walker.


    Feeling unjustly med, Walker thought, It''s not like I nned this episode single- handedly.


    The assistant turned to leave, "Guess I''ll just go buy some bread and pickles from the locals."


    Walker: "..."


    After a morning of hard work, Mirabe''s team hadid the floor tiles and nned to paint the walls and add some decorative touches in the afternoon. They were almost done.


    Next door, Heather''s crew, despite following online tutorials, had turned their room into a mess. They stopped for lunch, and Hans couldn''t help but envy Mirabe''s team when he saw their progress.


    "Age really can''t keep up with youth," Hans remarked from the doorway.


    Mirabe pulled off her gloves and slung them over the windowsill. She nced at Hans, "That''s why it''s better to be young."


    Hans tried to smile, but it wavered, "I suspect you''re taking a jab at me."


    Raising an eyebrow, Mirabe asked, "How''s your renovation going?"


    Hans gestured helplessly, "It''s a long story."


    After a moment''s thought, Mirabe offered some constion, "Hang in there, veteran. Keep at it."


    She didn''t bother to check out the disaster next door. Instead, she called her little princess to head back for lunch.