Chapter 64 Disaster Incoming
When Jean returned to the classroom, the mood inside was oddly quiet,
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Lacey glanced over at her, lips pressed into a tight line. Without saying a word, she stood up and stormed out through the back door.
She rushed all the way to the terrace. Taylor was still there, chatting with his assistant.
Her fists clenched at her sides as she forced herself to walk over.
“Mr. Taylor.”
Taylor turned to look at her, his expression mildly puzzled.
Lacey knew–opportunities don’t fall from the sky. If she didn’t fight for it, there’d be none left to claim.
She refused to give up.
If Jean could do it, why couldn’t she?
“I’d like to be considered for your new show,” she said plainly, voice low and firm. “I know you weren’t planning on choosing me. Maybe you didn’t think I was the right fit… but I’d appreciate a chance to audition or even just try it out. I know I can do it well.”
Taylor didn’t respond right away. He just studied her silently, lips pressed together.
After about ten seconds, he finally nodded.
“Alright. You can audition too. Jean still has to audition as well. Nothing’s final yet.”
Lacey’s eyes widened, her heart leaping in her chest.
By the time she returned to class, her head still felt like it was spinning.
That heavy weight from earlier had completely lifted. Her lips curved upward without her even noticing.
She had done it
She had clawed her way into this.
But then–her gaze drifted to Jean, sitting at her desk, oblivious.
Taylor had given her a crucial piece of intel.
The casting wasn’t final.
She and Jean both had to audition.
Which meant..
Lacey’s eyes darkened, a glint of cold calculation flashing behind them.
If Jean didn’t show up to the audition-
Then she’d be the only one left.
After school.
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She hesitated, suddenly unsure of herself. “Was that for me?”
Asher’s pen froze for a split second. He didn’t show much on his face, but his eyes flickered, just once.
“I just don’t like people breaking the rules,” he said flatly.
So that was that.
Jean rubbed her nose sheepishly. Guess she was overthinking it.
She shifted in her seat, then tilted her head curiously. “Aren’t you worried they’ll come after you?”
Asher shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.”
What was there to be afraid of? He had nothing they could take from him.
Then he turned, looking at her out of the comer of his eye.
“You feeling better?”
Jean had been out sick for days. As her desk mate, he knew better than anyone.
Jean saw the flicker of concern in his gaze and couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m fine now. Thanks for asking”
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Jean had agreed to meet Taylor right after school on Friday to audition at his studio.
She didn’t care about the show–but she did care about getting paid.
All day Friday, she waited through her classes like a prisoner watching the clock, counting down the minutes until she could
escape.
Once the bell rang, she packed up quickly. Asher had left early to help out at the hotel where his mom worked
Jean glanced around the room.
Only a few stragglers left.
Lacey was still sitting at her desk, head lowered, staring at something in her hands.
Jean frowned slightly.
Why was she still here?
Almost like she’d sensed Jean’s gaze, Lacey suddenly looked up.
Their eyes met.
Lacey stared at her coldly. Her eyes held nothing–no warmth, no curiosity. Just pure disdain.
Jean rolled her eyes and looked away. Not worth the trouble.
Then it hit her.
A sharp, stabbing pain exploded in her gut, so sudden it made her double over slightly.
Her expression twisted. Her face went pale.
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It felt wone
Much worse.
She gritted her teeth and pressed a hand to her stomach, trying to rub the pain away.
It didn’t help
In fact, it only got worse.
Now her head was throbbing, too,
Over at her desk. Lacey watched from the corner of her eye, calm as ever.
She tilted her head slightly and smirked.
Watching Jean clutch her stomach in agony, Lacey’s mood instantly improved.
No
No way she was making it to that audition now
Not her fault. She just didn’t want to lose her shot.
Jean stumbled out of the classroom, each step harder than the last.
Whatever was happening, it wasn’t normal
Her body felt like it was shutting down.
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She finally reached the family’s Bentley, parked just outside the school.
“Ms. Jean-
The driver saw her pale face and rushed over.
Jean opened her mouth, but her voice barely came out.
Take me to the hospital…”
She collapsed right into his arms.
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The next time Jean woke up, she was in a hospital bed.
She blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the fluorescent light above.
There was an IV needle in her hand. Her r stomach still hurt, but it was dull now–muted by medication.
She turned her head toward the door.
A doctor and nurse stood in the hallway, talking in hushed tones.
They both looked serious
“She’s stabilized for now, the doctor said, frowning. “But this is strange.. we can’t pinpoint the cause of her symptoms.”
Jean stared at the ceiling
What the hell is happening to met
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