Chapter 871 Antoine’s Role
Meanwhile, the music director at UE was swamped with tasks, juggling coordination with the recording studio to lock in a schedule for recording the song, while also working closely with the marketing department to strategically release music snippets at just the right moments.
All of this was in preparation for Logan’s upcoming debut. Yes—Logan Walker was debuting too. And coincidentally, or perhaps not, his debut was set for the same day as Lucas’, his so-called best friend.
After the championship, Xavier treated Hera and her friends to dinner at a high-end, reserved restaurant with a stunning panoramic view of Paris. As evening fell, the Eiffel Tower lit up in dazzling lights, adding to the enchanting atmosphere. Everyone was in high spirits, congratulating Hera one after another for her well-earned victory.
Athena, in particular, was beaming with excitement, constantly praising Hera for defeating the original female lead. Only the two of them truly understood the deeper meaning behind those words.
Since Alice had been rushed to the hospital, no one mentioned her again. She became like a sewer rat crossing the road—avoided, dismissed, and scorned. Even in the hospital, Alice’s reputation had plummeted so drastically that the nurses openly gossiped about her without bothering to hide it.
Speaking in French, they knew she could hear them but simply didn’t care. After all, they were only stating the truth. If Alice couldn’t handle the public opinion, she should never have committed those actions in the first place.
The French, when they were mean, could be merciless—and Alice was learning that the hard way. She could only bury her head beneath the hospital quilt, stifling her sobs. The final blow came when the prestigious organization from their home country, the same one that had once named her second only to Andarta Aria, blacklisted her.
Even though the design she submitted in the semifinals was her original work, no one believed her anymore. That disbelief twisted into a deep bitterness, leaving Alice consumed with resentment over how everything had unraveled.
’This is all that damn whore’s fault! She ruined my name!’ Alice seethed, placing the entire blame on Hera without even a sliver of self-reflection. She refused to acknowledge her own actions, believing with certainty that this wasn’t how things were supposed to be. In her mind, she was meant to be the darling of this world—the star. Yet, day by day, her luck only worsened, and she couldn’t understand why.