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Behind The Spotlight
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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 181
Vivian didn't like Collin's answer. She believed that Collin should fix his client because Princess Chantal was their money maker. Moonrise Music needed her. Vivian, Collin, Lila, and Niko earned millions because of her.
It would be extremely disappointing if they failed to maximize Princess Chantal's profitability. Vivian sympathized with the young woman, but she understood her own priorities. She was a businesswoman, the biggest shareholder and the owner of Moonrise Music.
Obviously, she loved her company and wanted it to succeed. She had sacrificed years of sleep, relationships, and personal happiness just to build it from the ground up.
Now that they had finally taken the first step and achieved success, Vivian was terrified of losing Princess Chantal.
"Vivian, you do understand that people change, right? In my opinion, Chantal is still doing fine. I've met people with much worse attitudes."
"Attitude and behavior can change, but that's not what I'm asking from Princess Chantal. I want her to stick with us forever. Don't let her sign with a different record label. Loyalty is useless, only contracts are absolute."
Vivian recognized Princess Chantal's talent. She had never seen someone who could charm people through her voice alone. She was a star. And now that Princess Chantal was famous, it seemed many people had begun to notice her immense profitability.
It wouldn't be surprising if more record labels approached her with promises of creative freedom and higher compensation.
'... Is $15 million still too low as payment for breaking a contract?' Vivian asked herself.
According to the contract both sides agreed to, Princess Chantal was obligated to pay $15 million if she wanted to break it. Vivian feared that Princess Chantal might be stolen away, just like their past artists. $15 million seemed insufficient.
Back then, Niko and Vivian almost had a falling-out because the artists Vivian chose betrayed them so easily.
"Do you trust me?" Collin asked Vivian.
"We don't know each other that well."
Collin laughed lightly.
"I'm a shareholder. Of course I won't let Princess Chantal leave Moonrise Music. I'll prioritize my own interests first."
"Hm." Vivian nodded and stood up. She accepted that mutual self-interest was the strongest form of trust.
"I'll leave Princess Chantal to you."
It seemed their conversation had been pointless. At the end of the day, it all depended on whether Princess Chantal chose to leave or stay.
Vivian left the party. It was regrettable that she had bought an expensive dress for the event when no one even appreciated it.
Collin bid her farewell and sat on the chair Vivian had been using. He waited patiently for the door to open. He had plenty of patience.
He glanced at his watch. There were only two hours left before the new year arrived.
'... The world isn't going to end, right?' Collin asked himself. On his way to the mansion, he had seen protesters holding signs about the end of the world. He couldn't help but feel uneasy.
After his thoughts drifted away, the door finally opened, and three people exited the room.
The first was a Frenchwoman with long black hair. Her lips were smeared with lipstick, and her eyes were hazy. It was Isabella.
The second was a dark-skinned woman with curly, wavy hair. Like Isabella, Princess Chantal had lipstick smeared on her lips. There were even hickeys on her neck.
The third was a blonde gorgeous woman with shoulder-length hair. She also had hickey marks and kiss marks scattered across her neck and cheeks.
The three women were smiling, clearly under the influence. Their laughter was loose and careless.
'... Did they kiss each other or something?'
Collin raised an eyebrow and glanced inside the room. He found no one else. Those three women had been the only occupants. Judging by their messy clothes, uncombed hair, and unfocused gazes, something had definitely happened inside.
'I know something strange has been going on between Isabella and Chantal. I also know they're interested in men, so they're probably bisexual. Anyway, does two women kissing make them lesbians or not?'
What truly confused Collin was the third woman, whom he assumed was Gabriella Wallmart. He wasn't surprised by the intimacy between Princess Chantal and Isabella, he had already suspected it. But adding another woman into the mix was unexpected and potentially dangerous.
"Collin!" Princess Chantal exclaimed happily when she saw him. She hugged him and rubbed her head against his chest. She had always found Collin attractive.
"Chantal, no fair! I want to hug Collin too!" Isabella joined in, wrapping her arms around him as well.
The two were clearly under the influence, their rationality clouded.
"Chantal, Isabella, what is going on? I thought today's event was supposed to be a formal party?"
"Hehe, I changed it."
"Why?"
"Gabriella said it would be fun if we invited people and turned it into a frat party instead."
Collin stared at the blonde woman. Gabriella extended her hand for a handshake.
"Hello, I'm Gabriella Wallmart."
"Collin East."
"I've heard about you. Chantal and Isabella told me you're an amazing person. And now that I've met you in person," Gabriella's eyes glinted slightly, "it seems they weren't lying. You're an outstanding man."
"Thank you for the compliment." Collin shook her hand while Chantal and Isabella clung to him. Fortunately, the two women were already twenty-one and legally allowed to drink. Although, based on their behavior, Collin wasn't sure alcohol was the only thing involved.
"Collin, we should talk sometime. Here's my business card."
"Alright."
Gabriella excused herself, understanding that Collin wanted to speak with Princess Chantal and Isabella privately.
"Bye-bye, bestie~"
"Gurl, slay~"
The blonde woman walked away.
Collin stared at Gabriella's retreating figure, chills running down his spine. More precisely, he was staring at the golden words floating above her head.
'I guess I know why she convinced Chantal to change the party.'
--Gabriella Wallmart
-- Master Manipulator (Gold)
Collin had thought Gabriella was a simple woman, but he was wrong.
"Girls, stop clinging to me. We need to talk seriously."
"But you smell nice~" Princess Chantal inhaled his scent.
Collin sighed.
"Let's go to your room."
"Alright~"
When the three of them stepped inside, Collin immediately caught the scent of weed. He frowned slightly and opened the windows to let the air circulate. His concern deepened.
"Now, can someone explain to me what is going on here?"
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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 181
Vivian didn't like Collin's answer. She believed that Collin should fix his client because Princess Chantal was their money maker. Moonrise Music needed her. Vivian, Collin, Lila, and Niko earned millions because of her.
It would be extremely disappointing if they failed to maximize Princess Chantal's profitability. Vivian sympathized with the young woman, but she understood her own priorities. She was a businesswoman, the biggest shareholder and the owner of Moonrise Music.
Obviously, she loved her company and wanted it to succeed. She had sacrificed years of sleep, relationships, and personal happiness just to build it from the ground up.
Now that they had finally taken the first step and achieved success, Vivian was terrified of losing Princess Chantal.
"Vivian, you do understand that people change, right? In my opinion, Chantal is still doing fine. I've met people with much worse attitudes."
"Attitude and behavior can change, but that's not what I'm asking from Princess Chantal. I want her to stick with us forever. Don't let her sign with a different record label. Loyalty is useless, only contracts are absolute."
Vivian recognized Princess Chantal's talent. She had never seen someone who could charm people through her voice alone. She was a star. And now that Princess Chantal was famous, it seemed many people had begun to notice her immense profitability.
It wouldn't be surprising if more record labels approached her with promises of creative freedom and higher compensation.
'... Is $15 million still too low as payment for breaking a contract?' Vivian asked herself.
According to the contract both sides agreed to, Princess Chantal was obligated to pay $15 million if she wanted to break it. Vivian feared that Princess Chantal might be stolen away, just like their past artists. $15 million seemed insufficient.
Back then, Niko and Vivian almost had a falling-out because the artists Vivian chose betrayed them so easily.
"Do you trust me?" Collin asked Vivian.
"We don't know each other that well."
Collin laughed lightly.
"I'm a shareholder. Of course I won't let Princess Chantal leave Moonrise Music. I'll prioritize my own interests first."
"Hm." Vivian nodded and stood up. She accepted that mutual self-interest was the strongest form of trust.
"I'll leave Princess Chantal to you."
It seemed their conversation had been pointless. At the end of the day, it all depended on whether Princess Chantal chose to leave or stay.
Vivian left the party. It was regrettable that she had bought an expensive dress for the event when no one even appreciated it.
Collin bid her farewell and sat on the chair Vivian had been using. He waited patiently for the door to open. He had plenty of patience.
He glanced at his watch. There were only two hours left before the new year arrived.
'... The world isn't going to end, right?' Collin asked himself. On his way to the mansion, he had seen protesters holding signs about the end of the world. He couldn't help but feel uneasy.
After his thoughts drifted away, the door finally opened, and three people exited the room.
The first was a Frenchwoman with long black hair. Her lips were smeared with lipstick, and her eyes were hazy. It was Isabella.
The second was a dark-skinned woman with curly, wavy hair. Like Isabella, Princess Chantal had lipstick smeared on her lips. There were even hickeys on her neck.
The third was a blonde gorgeous woman with shoulder-length hair. She also had hickey marks and kiss marks scattered across her neck and cheeks.
The three women were smiling, clearly under the influence. Their laughter was loose and careless.
'... Did they kiss each other or something?'
Collin raised an eyebrow and glanced inside the room. He found no one else. Those three women had been the only occupants. Judging by their messy clothes, uncombed hair, and unfocused gazes, something had definitely happened inside.
'I know something strange has been going on between Isabella and Chantal. I also know they're interested in men, so they're probably bisexual. Anyway, does two women kissing make them lesbians or not?'
What truly confused Collin was the third woman, whom he assumed was Gabriella Wallmart. He wasn't surprised by the intimacy between Princess Chantal and Isabella, he had already suspected it. But adding another woman into the mix was unexpected and potentially dangerous.
"Collin!" Princess Chantal exclaimed happily when she saw him. She hugged him and rubbed her head against his chest. She had always found Collin attractive.
"Chantal, no fair! I want to hug Collin too!" Isabella joined in, wrapping her arms around him as well.
The two were clearly under the influence, their rationality clouded.
"Chantal, Isabella, what is going on? I thought today's event was supposed to be a formal party?"
"Hehe, I changed it."
"Why?"
"Gabriella said it would be fun if we invited people and turned it into a frat party instead."
Collin stared at the blonde woman. Gabriella extended her hand for a handshake.
"Hello, I'm Gabriella Wallmart."
"Collin East."
"I've heard about you. Chantal and Isabella told me you're an amazing person. And now that I've met you in person," Gabriella's eyes glinted slightly, "it seems they weren't lying. You're an outstanding man."
"Thank you for the compliment." Collin shook her hand while Chantal and Isabella clung to him. Fortunately, the two women were already twenty-one and legally allowed to drink. Although, based on their behavior, Collin wasn't sure alcohol was the only thing involved.
"Collin, we should talk sometime. Here's my business card."
"Alright."
Gabriella excused herself, understanding that Collin wanted to speak with Princess Chantal and Isabella privately.
"Bye-bye, bestie~"
"Gurl, slay~"
The blonde woman walked away.
Collin stared at Gabriella's retreating figure, chills running down his spine. More precisely, he was staring at the golden words floating above her head.
'I guess I know why she convinced Chantal to change the party.'
--Gabriella Wallmart
-- Master Manipulator (Gold)
Collin had thought Gabriella was a simple woman, but he was wrong.
"Girls, stop clinging to me. We need to talk seriously."
"But you smell nice~" Princess Chantal inhaled his scent.
Collin sighed.
"Let's go to your room."
"Alright~"
When the three of them stepped inside, Collin immediately caught the scent of weed. He frowned slightly and opened the windows to let the air circulate. His concern deepened.
"Now, can someone explain to me what is going on here?"