Chapter 106

A crowd surged forward, only to be stopped by security guards. The pushing and shoving was intense, nearly overwhelming security. "I'll register a Twitter account later. Follow me. I'll mention the rest on Twitter. Thank you for your cooperation," Odalys said quietly.

The crowd nodded, satisfied.

"Hurry up and register an account!" The fans were anxious, fearing she would change her mind.

Odalys was at a loss. She'd never seen anyone forced to register an account.

"Yes, I'll register now," she said.

The onlookers dispersed instantly, the scene falling silent. Fearful of upsetting her, everyone fled. Even with the air conditioning, the security guards were drenched in sweat.

"Odalys, you want to open a company? Are you using this to advertise? The production team won't allow it," Sophia insisted.

She'd seen the live comments and realized the situation had completely changed. People were begging Odalys to read their fortunes online. Some even suspected it was a publicity stunt, calling for police intervention.

"Are you jealous?" Odalys sneered.

No one defended Sophia. Stunned by Odalys's humiliation, Sophia watched as others sneered at her.

"Okay, we're boarding in 10 minutes. Let me explain the rules for this episode." Kenny stepped forward, microphone in hand, beaming. The show was already trending before it even started, much to his delight.

"This time, it's the same as last time. Everyone is divided into two groups. Because a guest had an accident, we have a new member: the popular international model, Francis Zephyr! Welcome, Francis!" Kenny turned.

A tall man, carrying a backpack and suitcase, slowly approached. His slender legs were accentuated by his tight black pants. He nodded politely, giving a cool greeting: "Hello, everyone. I'm Francis Zephyr."

"Alright, Zhang will replace Lucian in Group A! Let's welcome our new member!" Kenny announced.

Everyone applauded. Francis nodded, his gaze settling on Odalys with a probing look.

Kenny bowed to the camera. "Now, I'll announce the rules. After landing, each group will receive two seven-seater cars. You'll drive yourselves to the designated location."

"I won't reveal the location yet. All you need to know is that network access near the village will be blocked. You can contact each other, but not the outside world."

"It's still live. Now, get ready to board."

The guests quickly boarded. Commissioners helped with luggage.

"Francis is very popular internationally," Selah whispered.

Freya nudged Stellan. "I heard you two interacted before, then you cut ties."

"Yes," Stellan replied quietly.

He looked thoughtfully at Francis, who was giving him a provocative look, even discreetly raising his middle finger. Stellan sneered, ignoring him. Freya's eyes flashed with cold anger; it was clear Francis was up to no good.

"He's coming for you. Be careful. He'll make things difficult. Don't fall into his trap," Freya whispered.

With the crew gone and the livestream off, they dropped their pretense. They passed through the secure passage and boarded the plane.

"Odalys, have you registered? I'll follow you," Freya said, chasing after Odalys with her phone.

"Done," Odalys replied, showing her successful registration.

Selah quickly opened Twitter. "Odalys, I'll follow you!" But Freya was one step ahead, becoming Odalys's first follower.

Selah, expecting to be second, found her phone lagging. "Is Twitter down? I can't follow! What's happening?"

She refreshed the page repeatedly, to no avail.

"I can't either. I think a lot of people are trying to follow her at once. I'll check later," Stellan said.

Odalys found her seat. Freya squeezed beside her. "Stellan, let's switch seats. I'll sit with Odalys."

"Alright," Stellan said wryly. As the only male in Group B, he dared not refuse.

"Are you sure about starting a magic entertainment company?" Freya whispered.

Odalys smiled. "Of course. I submitted the paperwork yesterday afternoon. It should be approved by the time we return from filming."

Freya was surprised by her speed. "Alright, I'll be your first customer."

Selah and Stellan agreed.

From the next seat, Sophia scoffed. "Do you really think you're a magic mentor? This was all a publicity stunt, Odalys. Does anyone know you're ignoring your dying mother?"

Odalys sneered. "As long as you know, it's enough."

Sophia gritted her teeth, wanting to attack Odalys but restraining herself.

Finnlan, sitting beside her, suddenly reached out, covering her with a blanket. His hand, however, pressed against her leg and moved up her skirt.

Sophia was stunned. She looked at him in shock as his hand continued to move. Finnlan, looking unwell, was breathing rapidly, his eyes unfocused. He reached higher up her thigh.

"Finnlan, stop," Sophia said through gritted teeth.