Chapter 122
The performance ended. Janic set down the leaves, her face calm.
Molly broke it first, clapping enthusiastically “That was incredible, Janie!
Janie offered her a polite smile in return.
Emily and Xena held back their displeasure to praise her.
Their frustrated expressions greatly satisfied Jackson and Noah.
David was about to speak, but Jason beat him to it, his voice brimming with admiration. Janie, that was amazing! How on earth did you do that?”
Jame’s tone was as flat as ever. “Talent”
David barely managed to stifle a laugh. Classic Janie. He found her bluntness more refreshing every time.
Jason paused, then laughed, “Talent, huh? Well, maybe you could teach me sometime?”
Before Janie could respond, Jackson cut in with his signature cool detachment. “She just told you–it’s talent. And if you don’t have it, what’s the point? Besides, Janie doesn’t waste her time teaching.”
Jason’s smile faltered as he struggled to hide his irritation. Inside, his mind raced with insults for jackson.
Jason thought, Who does Jason think he is? They’re not even blood–related. What’s with his obsession?”
Emily chimed in quickly. “Jason, come on, that was a bit bold.”
Jason shrugged. I couldn’t help it. Janie’s performance was just that impressive.”
[Janie’s Talent” response is legendary. She’s just better. Period.]
[Jackson needs to relax. We get it, you’re protective. Chill, dude.]
Jason is dying inside, and I’m living for it. Jackson shut him down so hard.]
Zion’s brow furrowed, clearly unhappy with how the conversation was going.
Ryan smiled sincerely, saying, “Janie, you really are talented. If there’s ever a chance, I’d love to discuss music with you.
Ryan had also achieved success in music, so saying such things was quite normal.
Xena seized the moment to join in, her smile plastered on. “Yes, same here! I’ve studied music for years. It would be great to exchange ideas”
Janie couldn’t be bothered to spare them a glance.
Jackson leaned back in his chair, he wasn’t about to humor them either.
The tension thickened, and the air felt heavy with awkwardness.
David broke the moment with a hearty laugh, “Janie’s incredible. Honestly, I’m not even in the same league, I wouldn’t dream of exchanging ideas–just learning from her is enough for me.”
Jackson shot him a rare nod of approval.
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Chapter 122
Janie, sensing the attention lingering too long, said coolly, “Let’s move on.”
The production team pulled the next comment, and everyone turned their attention to the screen.
Janie’s seriously too much. Every time I start liking her, she does something that makes it impossible.)
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(She’s made it crystal clear she doesn’t want anything to do with that family, Respect her right to choose her friends, people!]
Can we see Molly dance?
Molly hesitated for a brief second before stepping forward with a confident smile. “Sure. I’d love to.”
She moved to the center of the room and began one of her signature routines. As a former girl group member, she had both the skills and the stage presence to shine.
She didn’t treat this as just another segment–she gave it her all
Janie, Jackson, David, and the others watched her performance intently.
Jason, playing up his admiration for the cameras, looked at Molly with stars in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Emily and Xena maintained polite smiles, though their lack of enthusiasm was clear to anyone paying attention.
Zion and Ryan, however, barely noticed. Their focus remained locked on Janie.
When Molly finished, she hesitated, her usual confidence replaced by a glance toward Janie.
Janie smiled, her voice soft but firm. That was excellent.”
Molly’s face lit up. Compliments about her dancing were common, but coming from Janie? That felt different.
[Molly’s performance was amazing! She needs more opportunities to shine!]
[Janie watching Molly so intently. I’m living for this mutual respect between two talented women.]
[See: Janie doesn’t “hate women.” She’s just selective. Molly and Janie’s dynamic is pure gold.]
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