Jim Lowell: "…Miss Thorne, you willingly stepped aside. It's only natural for an artist under my company to take the spot. Why should I thank you now?"
"Isn't it necessary?" Melody Thorne chuckled lightly, her expression innocent. "Well, it seems I was just being overly sentimental giving this title to an artist from your company."
"Who told you to give it up?" A woman on stage couldn't help grabbing the microphone and yelled at the audience below.
After the shout, there was complete silence below.
"Are you the one who finally took the throne I relinquished?" Melody Thorne looked her up and down, her expression was hard to describe. Everyone could see very clearly—she was obviously disdainful!
The reporters lost interest in interviewing that woman instantly.
Being both top-tier stars and among the four "young blossoms," when placed in the same banquet setting, the gap was glaring. Even standing below the stage, Melody Thorne's brilliance couldn't be concealed.
