Chapter 228


    "What''s up? Spit it out."


    "Well, it goes like this." Sherilyn shared her dilemma about joining the dancepany. "I''m kinda


    stretched thin right now, and I''m afraid the uing shows... might be a bit challenging."


    ke, upon hearing this, was visibly displeased.


    "Sherilyn, when you joined the team, I talked you up big time to the director."


    "Yes, I know." Sherilyn was clearly embarrassed. "I really appreciate it."


    Thest thing she wanted was to seem ungrateful.


    But being part of the Lightning Dance Troupe came with strict rules—dancers on the list, especially


    lead dancers like her, were not allowed to take on side gigs.


    After all, being a lead dancer was like being the face of thepany.


    Just like in showbiz, it was a coveted position.


    Originally, Sherilyn had thought about quitting the show.


    But first off, she was under contract, and walking away could mean a hefty fine.


    Second, ke had indeed been good to her. It didn''t sit right with her to just ditch him for a better


    opportunity.


    So, after much deliberation, she could only suggest reducing her parts.


    "ke, it''s my fault."


    Seeing how troubled she was, ke softened. "Alright, I''ll see what I can do. But you have to be in


    those key scenes. No discussion. That''s the deal. You''ve taken Mr. Marshall''s money, and he''s very


    particr about his productions. We all need to cover our backs in this industry, right? Who knows


    what the future holds? Maybe there''ll be another chance to work together. Let''s not burn our


    bridges."


    "Yes." Sherilyn was immensely grateful, nodding repeatedly.


    "I''ll do as you suggest."


    That ke didn''t me her and was so understanding made Sherilyn feel incredibly fortunate.


    Luck wasn''t always against her, it seemed.


    "Thank you, ke."


    "Don’t mention it." ke waved her off. "Get ready now."


    "Sure thing."


    That night, Sherilyn didn''t leave the set until nearly midnight.


    Arriving back at Serenity Street, she felt like falling apart. The moment she hit the bed, she was out


    like a light.


    The next morning at the dancepany.


    After changing into her rehearsal outfit, she was about to head to the studio.


    "Sherilyn!"


    At the door, a colleague called out, "Ms. Hansen wants to see you in her office."


    "Alright! Thanks!" Sherilyn responded, locking her locker quickly and rushing over.


    She knocked and entered, then asked, "Ms. Hansen, what can I do for you?"


    Daphne was seated on the couch, her face expressionless.


    A bad feeling welled up in Sherilyn. Although Daphne was usually stern, now, she could sense


    anger in her gaze.


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    "Ms. Hansen." Sherilyn subconsciously pursed her lips. "Did I do something wrong?"


    "Hmm." Daphne raised an eyebrow, a coldugh escaping her.


    She ced her phone on the coffee table. "Take a look. Tell me, is this person you?"


    "Oh, okay." Sherilyn bent down to pick up the phone.


    It disyed a photo of her inst night''s makeup on set!


    "What..." Sherilyn looked up sharply, panic in her eyes. "Ms. Hansen, I..."


    "Is it you?" Daphne''s gaze was sharp, unyielding.


    "I..." Sherilyn''s eyshes quivered, her limbs cold. She couldn''t deny it; the person in the photo was


    indeed her.


    Biting her lip, she nodded in admission. "Yes, it''s me."


    Daphneughed, her voice filled with scorn. "Sherilyn, you''ve got some nerve!"