In other words, I had debuted under her name.

I opened Twitter and saw that our fans were fighting fiercely. Even the official Twitter account criticized it.

[Clean up the chaos in the entertainment industry.] These big words made my head hurt.

I started to read the comments.

[Windsor is back. It's time for Katherine to give up your position.]

[Do you really think Katherine can marry a wealthy man? Isn't she just Windsor's stand-in?]

[How dare Katherine compare with Windsor?]

[Mr. Lance and Windsor are a perfect match.]

Well, Clement had never hidden his preference for me. Someone interested could see that Clement and I had a close relationship if they dug deeper.

For example, the buttons on Clement's clothes.

For example, the resources that Clement helped me get.

For example, the various banquets Clement had taken me to and my blurry profile in his sports car.

For example, he would come to my every concert, no matter how busy he was.

The sudden pain in my heart brought me back to my senses.

I continued to check Twitter, and a post caught my eye.

[I'm just a passerby. Whose concert do you think Mr. Lance will go to, Windsor or Katherine? If you guess correctly, I'll give you a bag of snacks.]

There were many comments below, and someone even created a poll specifically for it.

I chuckled. I already knew the answer.

But I wanted to take another gamble.

So, I quickly called Xena back.

"The time remains the same, still three days later."

Xena hesitated.

"Do we still give Mr. Lance the concert ticket this time?"

"I'll give it to him."

6.

I walked into Clement's office with my lunch box and concert ticket.

The receptionist knew me but stopped me this time.

I looked at her expression and realized that Windsor was probably with Clement now.

I took off my sunglasses and smiled, "When Mr. Lance is free, please help me pass the lunch and this ticket to him."

But when I came out of the underground parking lot, I saw Clement and Windsor.

Windsor clung to his arm, giggling sweetly, holding my lunch box.

She clutched the ticket in her hand as well.

Its wrinkled appearance seemed like my damp first half of life.

I thought, "It's really unfair. But I'm almost dying. What do I have to be afraid of?

I choose to feed it to the dogs rather than give it to you."

Then, I immediately got out of the car, walked in front of the two, and stood still.