Chapter 450

The director, acutely aware of Cathryn’s status, maintained a respectful demeanor. Cathryn approached Juan, greeting him with a polite nod. “Mr. Nichols.” Juan hummed in response. Cathryn glanced around the set before inquiring, “Where is Mrs. Nichols?”

Juan’s heart constricted slightly. The director quickly interjected, “Ms. Frazier isn’t here today; she’s not feeling well.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” Cathryn replied, taking her seat in the special guest area. As today’s honored guest, she had been looking forward to overseeing Debra’s debut. It was indeed a pity Debra wasn’t present.

Seeing that no one else was speaking, the director wisely moved on to other tasks, and the show continued as planned. The female trainees took the stage, their energetic dance routine eliciting excited cheers from the audience.

Debra sat in the most conspicuous spot, wearing a mask to conceal her identity. She clapped slowly, her eyes not on the performers but on a cleaning lady backstage wearing a baseball cap. Suddenly, the woman discarded the cap and cleaning uniform, revealing a trainee outfit underneath. She dashed onto the stage so swiftly that the director didn’t have time to call cut, and the camera captured her face. It was none other than Freya, the trainee who had been expelled from Potter Entertainment.

“Cut! What’s going on?” the director shouted, furious at the disruption. “Who are you? Who let you in here?” The other trainees were shocked. “Freya? How did she get in?”

Fearing Freya might do something drastic, they huddled in corners. Backstage, Tomas was shocked. “Damn, what’s up with Freya? Has she lost her mind? Doesn’t she know this is a recording?”

“With Mr. Odom and Mr. Nichols here, can the show even continue?” another male trainee echoed. Oscar frowned, wondering if this was part of Debra’s plan.

On stage, Freya introduced herself boldly. “I’m the leader of the trainee team, Freya George.” The director, livid, shouted at the security guards. “What are you waiting for? Get her out of here!” Security guards rushed forward, but Freya, undeterred, pulled a knife from her pocket and charged towards Debra in the audience.

Screams filled the air as the crowd scattered in fear. The director was struck dumb. “Don’t move! Or I’ll kill her!” Freya shouted, pressing the knife against Debra’s neck. She leaned in close to Debra’s ear. “Don’t think I don’t know who you are.”

With a swift motion, Freya yanked off Debra’s mask, revealing her face to the stunned audience. Juan, who had remained largely unmoved by the commotion, was shocked. “Debra!” He moved forward instinctively, but Freya pressed the knife more firmly against Debra’s neck.

“Don’t come any closer. None of you are allowed to come near,” she warned, her eyes crimson. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been kicked out of Potter Entertainment. My feelings for Oscar wouldn’t have been exposed to everyone. Debra, you deserve to die,” Freya spat, her voice trembling with rage and desperation.

Cathryn, sitting in the special guest area, stood up. Her face was etched with worry. “Call the police!”