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    Whispers rippled through the crowd as people who didn’t recognize her began asking who the stunning woman was.


    Right then, Rosanna came rushing over and blocked Maia’s path.


    Luckily for both of them, the confrontation happened off-camera. It just so happened that the program had cut to amercial break, and the director had already switched the broadcast feed.


    nting herself firmly in Maia’s way, Rosanna spoke up. “Maia, where are you heading? The seats for the audience are back there.” A few contestants who had recently gotten friendly with Rosanna quickly joined her.


    “Is this the sister you said spent four years in jail? She actually showed up just to ride your sess, and you’re not even upset? You’re way too kind. If it were me, I’d have kicked her out by now.”


    “Right? Thepetition’s about to start, and she’s wandering around like she belongs here. What’s the n, huh? Is she about to grab a microphone and embarrass herself on stage?”


    “Hey, you! Don’t even think about causing a scene. I already called the staff over,” one of the contestants warned, their tone dripping with sarcasm. Smirks spread across the faces of the nearby contestants, clearly more interested in the drama than thepetition.


    With the cameras off during themercial break, they seized the moment to stir up trouble.


    Out of nowhere, Maia asked, “What are your names?”


    The group exchanged mocking nces before one of them scoffed. “What, trying to use us to get famous now?”


    Without responding, Maia simply observed their rude behavior, mentally crossing them off her list of people worth remembering. Her impression marks for them were zero.


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    Just then, several staff members arrived, cutting through the crowd.


    “Ma’am, the audience seats are that way,” one of them said, stepping in front of Maia and gesturing toward the designated area. “We’ll need to see your ticket before you can proceed.”


    Without batting an eye, Maia replied calmly, “I don’t have a ticket—” Before she could exin, Jarrod stormed forward, jabbing a finger toward Maia and shouting, “Did you hear that? She’s not even supposed to be here! Get her out before she causes trouble!”


    “Exactly! This is a professional event. We can’t let random people just stroll in, right?” Another contestant chimed in with a smirk, desperate to get on Rosanna’s good side.


    “Get her out of here already! If she messes up the live broadcast, who’s going to take responsibility for it?” A smug smile tugged at Rosanna’s lips as she nced over at Maia, clearly pleased.


    If Maia got thrown out in front of everyone, it would be the ultimate humiliation.


    Fueled by the contestants’ usations, the staff grew increasingly hostile, shooting Maia cold, suspicious nces. One of them stepped forward and warned in a firm tone, “Miss, if you’re not an official guest, you’ll need to leave immediately. Otherwise, we’ll have no choice but to escort you out.”


    “She’s definitely not a spectator.”


    A soft, melodious voice cut through the air, drawing everyone’s attention. From behind Maia, a slender figure stepped forward, elegant and poised.


    Rosanna’s eyes shot up, and her breath caught. It was none other than Brielle — the Queen of Pop.


    Dressed in a stunning red silk gown, backless and gleaming, Brielle looked even more mesmerizing in person than she did on screen. The moment she stepped into view, the crowd went wild, a chorus of screams and gasps rising around them.


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