hapter 85


    “Ms. Nightshade, what kind of makeup look are you going for?”


    Xanthea slightly arched an eyebrow, peering into the mirror at Isabe’s furious reflection, “I want a


    look that could kill her with a nce!”


    “Xantheal You’re asking for death.”


    “Isabe!”


    Wendy lunged forward and grabbed Isabe who was charging at Xanthea, terrified that a fight would


    break out any second.


    She had seen Xanthea’s fight skills firsthand at the Elevation Building, and Isabe’s face couldn’t


    afford even a scratch!


    “Isabe, our audition is done. Let’s head to our next appointment!”


    “No!”


    Isabe shoved her aside furiously, teeth clenched. After a moment, she calmed down and


    straightened her skirt, “I’m going to see her get eliminated with my own eyes!”


    Watching Isabe storm off in a mage, Xanthea sneered, “You might be disappointed then.”


    Miranda, sensing the tense atmosphere, cautiously asked, “Sis, with Isabe targeting you like this,


    won’t it affect your audition?


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    “Nope, I’ve got a secret weapon.”


    A secret weapon? What could it be?


    Since she had walked into the makeup room, there hadn’t been any unusual moves. Even her


    backpack, stuffed with items, remained unopened.


    “All done, Ms. Nightshade. What do you think?”


    The makeup artist put down the eyebrow pencil, Xanthea examined her reflection, now transformed


    with a fierce and sharp look, and nodded in approval, “Perfect, I love it.”


    “This was the most unique makeup I did today. I hope it helps you ace your audition, Ms. Nightshade!”


    “Thank you!”


    Her phone rang, and Xanthea stepped out of the makeup room to answer it


    Miranda eyed the packed backpack left aside.


    At the north side of Glory Building, at the track.


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    “Ms. Nightshade, over here!” Ryan was standing next to a tron light cycle, waving at Xanthea.


    She ran over, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the bike, “This is cooll Where did you get it


    “This tron light cycle is a limited global edition. It’s not something I could just get; it’s from the boss’s


    private collection. Heard you needed it, so I brought it over”


    “Figures, it’s Uncle Oliver’s


    “Yeah, the boss used to be famous for his love of bikes. But Ms. Nightshade, why do you need a


    motorcycle for your audition?”


    Xanthea replied, “You’ll see soon enough. Go ahead to the front desk and wait for me; I’m going to


    change.”


    “Sure thing!”


    As they left, Miranda slipped out from behind the corridor, eyeing the bike curiously. No wonder


    Xanthea brought an extra outfit.


    “Xan,” she thought, “you stole my spotlight in The Masked Singer and are now taking over my


    resources at Oli–hea Media. In the Nightshade family, it’s either you or me! Don’t me me.”


    At the audition stage, an assistant handed Kevin a score sheet, “Director, Grace is the twelfth


    auditionee. ording to your standards, she scored a 4.5. There’s only one left.”


    “What? Just one more? Kevin took the score sheet, visibly disappointed.


    Since the auditions began, even the highest score among the actors, which Isabe achieved, was only


    5.5, not even passing. It felt like a waste of time, especially since today Nathan and Chairman


    Lockwood hade to inspect.