Chapter 64

Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains as Lucy White popped the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth. The doorbell rang.

"This early?" She wiped her hands and hurried to the door.

The moment she opened it, Lucy froze. The production crew's camera was pointed straight at her, an assistant holding up a selfie stick while live comments scrolled rapidly across the screen.

"Surprise livestream?" Lucy arched a brow. "You guys really know how to play."

She stepped aside to let the crew in, casually straightening the slippers by the door. The camera panned to the dining area, capturing Noah White mid-sip of his milk. A drop lingered on his fair cheek as he blinked up at the lens like a startled fawn.

[OMG what kind of angelic little brother is this?!]

[Is that face even real??]

[Look at me, little bro! I’ll wait for you to grow up!]

The comments exploded instantly.

Noah recovered quickly, offering the camera a shy smile. "Hi everyone, I'm Lucy's brother."

He turned to his sister, eyes sparkling. "You look really pretty today, sis."

Lucy ruffled his hair. "Flatterer."

[I’m so jealous of their sibling bond!]

[He’s so sweet and adorable!]

[Someone sign this kid to an agency already!]

A crew member gaped. "Ms. White, has your brother ever considered joining the industry?"

"Not for now." Lucy chuckled. "He’s still in school."

Ten minutes later, Lucy was packed and ready to leave. Noah followed her all the way to the elevator, murmuring, "Don’t forget to eat on time, okay?"

"I know." She pinched his cheek. "Be good while I’m gone."

At the airport, the trainees were already waiting in the lounge. Lucy had barely taken her seat when familiar clicking heels approached.

Lily Green strode in, dressed head-to-toe in the latest Chanel set, her makeup red-carpet-ready. Her gaze swept the room before landing on Lucy, and she instantly brightened.

"Lucy~" she cooed, rushing over to link arms. "It’s been forever! I missed you so much!"

Lucy sidestepped the contact smoothly. "Ms. Green, we’re not close."

Lily’s smile faltered before she forced it back. "Why so cold? We’re—"

"What?" Lucy cut in, lips quirking. "Fake besties? Or just delusions on your part?"

The lounge fell silent, all eyes locked on them. Lily’s face flushed, her eyes welling up instantly.

"Lucy, if I’ve done something to upset you—"

"Stop." Lucy raised a hand. "First, it’s Ms. White to you. Second, there’s no misunderstanding—just facts."

She stood, looking down at Lily. "Like how you hooked up with Michael Johnson behind my back."

The words dropped like a bomb. Everyone gasped. Lily turned ghostly pale, her lips trembling wordlessly.

The livestream comments erupted:

[HOLY CRAP THIS TEA IS SCALDING!]

[Lucy is savage!]

[Lily the fake sweetheart exposed!]

[FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!]

Just then, other guests arrived, breaking the tension. Lily seized the chance to slink into a corner, typing frantically on her phone.

Lucy watched her with a cold smirk. This time, she wouldn’t give her so-called "best friend" any room to scheme.