Chapter 370 Believe Me

• As the crowd hurled blame and insults, Celia Jeane went pale, but anger burned hotter than fear.
• She’d checked backstage right before the showing, made sure everything was perfect. In just a few minutes, her work had been swapped out. What stung most wasn’t the sabotage—it was the crowd cursing her without a second thought. Some even told her to get out so she wouldn’t “dirty their eyes.”
• Celia wasn’t having it. She shot to her feet and shouted, “That is not my work!” The second she said it, a blaze of stares pinned her in place. It felt weird and harsh.