The crowd buzzed with speculation.
Hearing these voices, Rachel Eleanor, who sat in the audience, felt the man on stage, who looked at her with indulgent and tender eyes, become distant and unattainable.
In the end, he did not belong to her.
"Heh…"
A low, mocking chuckle escaped her, and she said no more, a veil of sorrow enveloping her entirely.
The discussions continued for quite some time, and the cameras hovered among the many female stars, searching for a likely target.
"He's calling out to you."
Caroline Edwin gently parted her lips, leaning back in her chair, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
Lilian Rose inhaled deeply, "I know, I might face countless objections after this, but I'm still undeterred and rushing towards him."
He had already taken ninety-nine steps; the final one must be taken by her.
"Good luck."
"Okay."
In the noisy venue, Lilian Rose, dressed in a black chiffon gown, stood up, and in an instant, countless gazes swept over her.
