Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 113

“Creak—”

The door to the dance studio opened.

The crowd of gossips snapped to attention, their eyes fixed on the person emerging.

"It's just Rachel. Where's Mr. Tate?"

"Rachel looks furious. She must be livid."

"It looks like Rachel is holding a new contract." A sharp-eyed girl looked at Elvira, her excitement palpable. "Elvira, is that for you?"

Elvira glanced over, her heart pounding in her chest. It seemed Mr. Tate had really gotten rid of Lunar.

"Go to the room upstairs," Elvira instructed Yolanda as she stood up and smoothed out her clothes.

Yolanda wasn't an employee of the company, so it was against the rules for her to be in the dance studio.

"Okay." Yolanda slipped into a room, pacing back and forth with excitement.

Juniper was going to be blacklisted, wasn't she? The thought made Yolanda giddy with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see her fall from grace.

...

"Rachel." Elvira stepped forward, positioning herself at the head of the group of backup dancers, and greeted her respectfully.

Rachel stopped, her icy gaze sweeping over the group before landing on Elvira's face.

She had handpicked this group of dancers herself; they were all at a similar skill level. But she'd heard whispers that Elvira, who came from a moderately wealthy family and had studied abroad, was arrogant and constantly tried to one-up the others. Thanks to her generosity with money, she had quickly become their de facto leader.

It seemed this whole mess had something to do with her.

"Rachel," she said softly, "we're doing this for Mr. Tate's sake. We hope that when his sister sees the music video, it will remind her that he exists. Lunar is nothing but a manipulative, ungrateful, and morally corrupt person. Mr. Tate wouldn't want someone like that as the lead, would he?"

"You—" Rachel was terrified by Elvira's reckless words.

Just then, Jimmie's voice came from behind her. "Morally corrupt people are indeed unsuitable for this music video."

In an instant, everyone looked toward the source of the sound. There stood the tall, handsome man, his eyes half-lidded, his expression indifferent as he stared at Elvira.

What did Mr. Tate mean? Did he think she had a point?

Elvira's heart raced, and a joyful smile spread across her face.

"Rachel," Jimmie said, his hands in his pockets, his voice as cold as a winter's night, sending shivers down their spines, "terminate the contracts."