CHAPTER 150: CHAPTER 150: HE’S COMING BACK!

The call was from Vivian Lynn, President of Wisteria TV, to July Quinn.

As soon as July Quinn answered, she heard Vivian Lynn’s urgent voice on the other end.

"July, have you seen the latest episode of Project Lime? Nina Quinn performed on stage and even played the piano piece ’SUNDAY NIGHT.’

"I know, I just finished watching this episode."

Compared to Vivian Lynn, July Quinn was not in the least bit flustered, and was even munching on takeaway lemon chicken feet.

"Since you know, how can you be so leisurely?"

Vivian Lynn continued, "This is definitely not a coincidence. We discussed it at length in meetings before deciding on you performing on stage, and the final piece was also ’SUNDAY NIGHT.’

"But how did they silently let Nina Quinn perform and play the same piece?"

"The damn thing is, our show has already been recorded and edited, so changing it in a short time is impossible."

Perhaps she was too anxious, as Vivian Lynn rarely said so many words in one go.

But she didn’t know that on the other end of the line, July Quinn listened with zero panic and took a sip of her soda.

Her man was not home, and she couldn’t be bothered to fuss around in the kitchen, knowing she wouldn’t come up with anything good anyway.

So she’d just finish her chicken feet, then make a box of instant noodles of the new flavor, and that would be it.

"What are we going to do? Once the program airs tomorrow, people will surely accuse us of plagiarizing and riding their coattails. That damn leaker, if I catch them, I’m going to skin them alive."

Vivian Lynn fumed, but grew even more anxious when there was no response.

Finally, July Quinn spoke up, "No need to worry about the leaker. We can use this to gain some free publicity."

July Quinn squinted her eyes.

Because she was the one who leaked it.

After all, how else would a wolf fall into a trap without some real bait?

"But what if we mess up our reputation?"

Wisteria TV had been on the brink of shutting down, struggling to make waves.

It was only because of Creation Camp that they gained their current standing.

And with the prior comparison to Project Lime, netizens mockingly called them ’the industry’s conscience.’

Having finally earned such a reputation, Vivian Lynn really didn’t want to screw it up.

"Don’t worry, it won’t mess up, trust me!"

July Quinn’s words reminded Vivian Lynn of the first time they met, when she asked, "Do you trust me?"

If it weren’t for her daring gamble back then, letting July Quinn take the helm, would they have the current hype of Creation Camp, the glory of Wisteria TV?

So when faced with the same question again, Vivian Lynn hesitated for a moment before saying, "I trust you. I’ll leave it all in your hands."

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll make your company’s stock price plummet?"

"Not at all, because everything Wisteria TV has now, is all thanks to you. If you can’t handle it well, at most it’ll just revert to its original state."

"Alright, the stock price might fluctuate for a while, but in the end, you’ll still come out as the big winner."

"OK, I’ll just sit back and watch you perform. Once it’s a success, you can pick any horse in White Horse Paradise."

With that, the call between the two women ended.

However, what July Quinn didn’t know was that while she was busy discussing strategies with Vivian Lynn, a man across the ocean, after being hung up on and blocked, had made a decision...

"Dennis, you’re in charge of the rest. I’m heading home!"