Chapter 64 Disaster Iing

When Jean returned to the ssroom, the mood inside was oddly quiet,

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Lacey nced over at her, lips pressed into a tight line. bWithout /bsaying a bword/b, 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 bas /bshe forced herself to walk over.

“Mr. Taylorb./b”

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 im.

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 inly, voice low and firm. “I know you weren’t nning on choosing me. Maybe you didn’t think I was the right fit… but I’d appreciate a chance to audition or even bjust /btry 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 bnodded/b.

“Alright. You bcan /baudition 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 ss, her head still felt like it was spinning.

That heavy weight from earlier hadpletely lifted. Her lips curved upward without her even noticing.

She had done it

She had wed her way into this.

But then–her gaze drifted to Jean, sitting at her desk, oblivious.

Taylor bhad /bgiven her a crucial piece of intel.

The casting bwasn’t /bfinal.

She and Jean both had to baudition/b.

Which meant..

Lacey’s eyes darkened, a glint of cold calction shing bbehind /bthem.

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 tly.

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’lle 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 theer of his eye.

“You feeling better?”

Jean had been out sick for days. As her desk mate, bhe /bknew better than anyone.

bJean /bbsaw /bthe 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–bbut /bshe did care about getting paid.

All day Friday, she waited through her sses like a prisoner watching the clock, counting down the minutes until she could

escape.

Once the bell rang, she packed up bquickly/b. Asher had left early to help out at the hotel where his mom bworked /b

bJean /bnced around the room.

Only a few stragglers left.

Lacey was still sitting at her desk, head blowered/bb, /bstaring at something in her hands.

Jean frowned slightly.

Why was she still here?

Almost like she’d sensed Jean’s gaze, bLacey /bsuddenly 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 blooked /baway. Not worth the trouble.

Then it hit her.

A bsharp/b, stabbing pain exploded in her gut, so sudden it made her double bover /bslightly.

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 bever/b.

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 bjust /bdidn’t want to lose her shot.

Jean stumbled out of the ssroom, each step harder than thest.

Whatever bwas /bhappening, 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 bout/b.

Take me to the hospital…”

She copsed right into his arms.

Finished

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 bin /bher hand. Her r stomach still hurt, but it was dull now–muted by medication.

She turned her head btoward /bthe bdoor/bb. /b

A doctor and nurse stood in the hallway, talking in hushed tones.

They both looked bserious /b

“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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