Chapter 100
Two pleasant hours passed, leaving Blake and the viewers happy and satisfied. While removing his microphone, Blake praised Daphne effusively: “Ms. Yeager, you’re the most professional and easiest artist I’ve ever worked with. That was the easiest live stream of my career.”
“Thank you,” Daphne replied.
After the broadcast, Joe personally escorted Daphne downstairs. Excitedly, he said, “Ms. Yeager, you’re unbelievably dedicated. If your brand doesn't make you our ambassador, I might as well resign!”
She felt embarrassed by the compliments. “You’re too kind. I gave it my all. By the way, how were the sales tonight?”
“Preliminary stats show you sold over 50,000 bottles. Ms. Yeager, you have a guaranteed win.”
“With Yvonne in the mix, things might not go that easily,” Daphne countered.
“She agreed that whoever sells the most bottles gets the endorsement. After turning her live stream into a disaster, does she even have the nerve to steal this endorsement from you?” Joe asked.
Daphne chuckled softly. “Let’s hope so.”
Joe was unaware of Yvonne’s past behavior and couldn’t comprehend her ruthlessness.
By the time Daphne got home, it was 10:00 PM. The night was deep and quiet. Her neighborhood was peaceful, and the security guard at the gate occasionally dozed off. Seeing Daphne, he perked up. “Ms. Yeager, are you working late again? Being a celebrity must be exhausting.”
Daphne smiled gently and handed him a bottle of water. “I just finished work, but you’re still on duty. You’re the one working hard. Here, have some water.”
The guard, deeply moved by her empathy, felt his eyes well with tears. He’d read gossip about her recent struggles. “You look tired. Get some rest, okay? Everything will get better! You’ve got this!”
“You too,” Daphne replied before heading upstairs.
She planned to talk to Sebastian, but his lights were off. He was probably working overtime. It dawned on her that she had no one to talk to.
After learning about Daphne’s sales, Yvonne angrily downed a glass of red wine. She wanted to smash her phone and the glass. She loathed Daphne’s smile during the live stream and wished she could have torn that face apart through the screen.
Seeing Yvonne’s darkened expression, Jean nervously tried to console her. “Yvonne, maybe we should let the endorsement go? I can help you get other opportunities.”
Yvonne sneered. “You? What resources can you possibly get for me? And what do you mean ‘let it go’? Why should I?”
Jean felt awkward and at a loss. She reminded Yvonne of their deal: “We agreed with Mr. Hraun that live stream sales would determine the brand ambassador. Our sales yesterday were poor. Besides, why insist on competing with Daphne? She’s a senior in the entertainment industry and holds a much higher status than you.”
Yvonne’s voice was full of venom. “What do you know? I want to compete with her! I want everything she has. When I first entered the industry, I went through countless auditions and worked hard just to land a supporting role. Daphne was the lead actress then. I was replaced because she claimed my looks didn’t fit the role. That actress became a massive star. So tell me, why shouldn’t I compete with her? I swore then to take everything she has! This is just the beginning. As long as Wilson is on my side, Daphne will always lose!”