The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2065

"Is anyone else leaving?"

Charlotte took a sip of water to soothe her throat. Her eyelashes fluttered upward, her gaze lazy as she looked at the remaining twelve girls, her tone completely indifferent. "If you join the choreography next door, you'll still be featured in Kenneth's album."

"This is your last chance. If you stay, you follow my orders."

Charlotte set the thermos down on the table, resting her right cheek against her hand. Her clear, watery eyes narrowed into a beautiful, dangerous curve.

She was clearly smiling, but her entire being radiated such an intense, suffocating pressure that they hardly dared to breathe.

"..."

The remaining twelve girls exchanged hesitant glances, their resolve wavering.

They had all heard of Charlotte's legendary reputation.

Valedictorian of the college entrance exams, a medical genius... and she even understood piano and songwriting.

Kenneth's track was entirely her own creation.

Surely she wouldn't just mess around and ruin her own masterpiece, right?

The Charlotte they knew was an invincible powerhouse.

Regardless.

This was the lead single, and there were only ten spots. No matter what, they would get way more screen time here than with Reba's crowded team!

Thinking of that, no one else stepped out of line.

"Alright."

Charlotte's delicate brow arched slightly. She shifted her posture, her eyes locked onto her laptop screen as her fingers rhythmically tapped the desk, seemingly deep in thought.

Since she wasn't speaking, no one else dared to make a sound.

Studio 1 was eerily quiet.

"What are you looking at?"

Kenneth felt anxious too. The usually high-and-mighty Pop King was currently crouched in front of Charlotte like a golden retriever, frowning in confusion. "Should I find someone to help you?"

"..."

Charlotte shot Kenneth a distinctly cold glare. Kenneth cleared his throat twice and instantly shrank back like a coward.

The members of Reba's team were grinning from ear to ear, laying the flattery on thick.

"You truly are the top choreographer in the country." Another chimed in. "Once the album drops, these dances are guaranteed to go viral online."

"Well, just look at who choreographed them..."

Reba's assistant rolled her eyes and instinctively glanced over at Studio 1.

Seeing the girls sitting on the floor, looking completely lost and overwhelmed, a mocking sneer tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"I heard they added two people, which means their previous routine is useless. They have to start from scratch." The assistant dragged out her words, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Even a leading figure in the dance world like Reba starts prepping her choreography months in advance."

"What exactly is she going to pull together in a single night? Is she going to have them flailing around like drowning chickens?!"

"Hahaha..."

The others brazenly erupted into laughter, while the girls in Studio 1 turned pale with embarrassment.

"Alright, enough."

Seeing her assistant stop, Reba finally stepped in with a display of fake kindness, her voice oozing with condescension. "Regardless of her skills, she is still Kenneth's sister and the wife of the head of The Blair Group."