"Yeah. If you debut, I'll totally be the president of your fan club. I'll help boost your popularity, manage comments, and find fans for you," Justina said.

"Can I really make it?" Gretchen asked.

"Trust me, you're so pretty. Of course you can!" Justina replied.

Gwenda's eyes flashed with glee. "Doesn't seem like a bad idea," she murmured.

"It's definitely going to work. You can discuss it with your dad later," Justina urged, continuing to encourage Gretchen.

Gretchen's resolve began to waver.

Meanwhile, Martin, having finished socializing, approached them. Overhearing snippets of their conversation, he asked curiously, "What are you two talking about? What do you need to discuss with your father?"

"Martin," Gretchen said, approaching him and taking his hand. She leaned against him intimately.

Seeing this, Justina chuckled. "Mr. Morel, I was talking about Gretchen debuting."

"Debuting? Gretchen?" Martin asked, surprised.

"Yes," Justina confirmed, smiling. "Gretchen is talented. It would be a shame if she didn't debut. Besides, her family owns a talent management company; it would be easy for her." She turned to Martin. "What do you think?"

Gretchen hesitated, unsure of taking the initiative. But the idea resonated deeply.

Martin considered this, then looked at Gretchen. "Do you want to be an artist?"

"Yes," she nodded.

"Then I would support you! As long as you want to do something, I will support you!" he said affectionately.

Gretchen smiled. "Thank you, Martin."

"Oh my, such an overt display of affection! I think I can't bear it!" Justina joked, teasingly.

Martin chuckled and kissed Gretchen, oblivious to the others. He then asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's much better," Gretchen replied shyly.

"I heard the organizer will auction a necklace called 'Heart of the Ocean' later. I'll buy it and give it to you," Martin said in a low, soothing tone, pulling her closer.

Gretchen leaned into his embrace. "Isn't that too expensive?" she murmured.

"For you? It's worth it!"

"Thank you," she whispered, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

In the distance, Hattie witnessed their intimacy. "Ugh, so disgusting," she muttered, making a face.

Gwenda, confused, asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just saw some dirty things," Hattie replied disdainfully, blocking Gwenda's view. "Oh, Gwenda, you don't have to look. This sort of thing is really disturbing."

"Alright then, I won't look," Gwenda replied. Understanding dawned on her. She then instructed blandly, "Have you noted down the contact information of those producers? Don't lose them."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't lose them so easily. I've already entered them into my phone."

"That's good," Gwenda said, turning her attention to Cecilia, who was performing on stage.

Cecilia finished her song to thunderous applause. The host thanked her and announced the auction. Waiters distributed bidder cards. Gwenda accepted one, though she showed little interest.

As soon as Cecilia returned, Justina approached Gwenda. "Hey, Gwenda. Seeing Mr. Morel and Gretchen together tonight, you must be feeling pretty bad," she said pointedly.