Chapter 42

"Robert, you don't look so good," the director patted Robert Lee's shoulder, half-joking. "Should we ask Ms. White to take another look at you?"

Robert grinned, lowering his voice mysteriously. "Already did."

"She said I've got good news coming my way soon." He rubbed his hands together, eyes sparkling with excitement.

The director paused before realizing his old friend was helping build Lucy's reputation. He played along with a laugh. "If it comes true, you're treating us!"

"Absolutely!" Robert agreed readily.

"Get some rest then. I'll call you for lunch." The director turned to Lily Green standing nearby. "Lily, you should rest too."

Robert waved her off. "Yeah, Lily, I just need a nap. No need to fuss over me."

Lily's smile stiffened before she nodded. "Rest well, Mr. Lee."

As she left, Lucy's sharp eyes caught a wisp of white mist dissipating from Lily's form. She narrowed her eyes, understanding dawning.

This transmigrated heroine's luck truly fluctuated with her progress. In the past life, Lily had climbed the entertainment industry ladder by maxing out favorability with Robert and others.

Now? Lucy smirked. Trying the same trick again? Not a chance.

Lily stepped out, frustration churning in her chest. Spotting Lucy nearby worsened her irritation.

Why did this woman keep ruining her plans? Lily bit her lip, vowing silently to find a way to kick Lucy off the show.

At lunch, trainees showcased their skills. Those who could cook dazzled before the cameras, their popularity soaring.

The afternoon passed leisurely—some sketched landscapes, others hiked, while a group played cards in the courtyard, savoring the rare countryside tranquility.

The farm owner generously contributed two mini pigs. Hesitant to waste such premium ingredients, everyone begged Lucy to take charge.

Her roast pig emerged crispy outside, tender inside, its aroma irresistible. Rave reviews poured in, live comments exploding with praise.

Only two found no joy in the meal.

Michael Johnson stared at his portion, heart souring. These delicacies used to be his exclusive privilege, now shared with so many.

Lily might as well have been eating sawdust. Each spotlight on Lucy twisted the knife deeper.

On the return bus, everyone still reminisced about the roast.

Next morning at breakfast, Robert's phone rang. Hanging up, he rushed to Lucy, ecstatic.

"Incredible! Ms. White, you're amazing!" He nearly danced. "Director Yan just offered me the lead in his new film!"

Gasps erupted. Director Yan's projects were industry gold—everyone wanted in, yet Robert landed the prize.

Daniel Miller and others gazed at Lucy with newfound awe. Her divination skills were frighteningly accurate.

Lily's stomach dropped. This woman was downright unnatural.

Ethan Smith sipped coffee calmly, long since acquainted with Lucy's talents.

Michael swelled with quiet pride. He'd known Lucy studied metaphysics since childhood, but never realized her mastery.

The director stroked his chin, considering asking for a reading himself.

As preparations for departure began, the internet erupted.

An exposé accused Lucy of betrayal—claiming after cozying up to executive Nathan King, she abandoned agent Richard Brown who'd nurtured her career, switching representation without regard. It listed resources Brown secured for her, condemning her ingratitude.

Propelled by trolls, the爆料 skyrocketed to #1 trending. With the ongoing reality show keeping Lucy's热度 high, the timing was perfect.