On stage and under the spotlight, the person's fair skin and dark hair stood out, just a side profile alone was breathtaking enough to suspend one's breath.
Hannah was getting accustomed to the camera.
Tiffany Lynch couldn't bear it and went to look for Joan King.
Joan King, who was still on tenterhooks, felt even more flustered when confronted by Tiffany's inquiry, she confirmed, "It's true. I personally put the rusty nail in, exactly as you instructed. There's absolutely no mistake."
Tiffany's voice was colder than ever, "Then why is it that Hannah Winter is absolutely fine?"
Joan King hastily shook her head, "I don't know, I'm wondering about that as well."
As she spoke, her brows furrowed, her lips were dry and cracked from anxiety, "Miss Lynch, perhaps we should give up."
After all, it was a malicious act.
Although she liked to act high and mighty in front of the trainees and loved to scold people, she was actually scared when it came to doing such things.
