Feeling a gaze on her, Sparkle instinctively looked up, but saw no one, and couldn't help furrowing her brows: Was she overthinking?
"What's wrong?" Cheryl followed her gaze but saw nothing, growing puzzled.
Not wanting her to worry, Sparkle smiled and shook her head, "It's nothing, I must have been mistaken. Let's go, it's time for training."
Out of fear that Sparkle might spread her nude photos again, and after receiving a warning from Linda, Lynn had stopped causing trouble.
Of course, the sarcastic remarks from those uninformed sycophants were unavoidable.
But every time, they ended up infuriated by Sparkle, without gaining any advantage.
A week passed like this, with an unexpected visitor—Sean Saint.
He walked in with a stern expression, hands behind his back, like a little old man, scanning the room as if inspecting his kingdom, just like his ice-cold father.
Sparkle turned her head away, pretending not to see him.
