Understanding Claudia's disposition, Joann didn't push the matter. She changed the topic, “Alright. And about the show on the 2@th, are you still in?"

Claudia pondered a bit before replying, “I believe I can."

Her part in the show was simple. It was playing the piano at the start and then just sitting. Nothing too challenging.

"Great! I'll confirm your participation! Rest well."

"WiLL do."

After the conversation, Claudia made her way to the piano room, intending to practice for an hour before Lunch.

While Claudia enjoyed her relaxed lifestyle, Delilah had a taxing day.

Her rendezvous with Anthony at a hotel yesterday had sparked a wildfire of online rage, painting her as a home-wrecker. Her Twitter was swamped with over thirty thousand negative comments. Had she not disabled the comments, the count could easily have crossed a hundred thousand.

But that wasn't her chief worry. Her Internet fame had Landed her some endorsements, and now with her tarnished reputation, those brands were rushing to terminate their contracts.

In light of her actions, those companies not only terminated their contracts but also demanded Liquidated damages triple her endorsement fees, adding up to a colossal sum of ten million dollars.

Furthermore, one of her novels was being adapted into a TV series. However, due to the negative comments surrounding the author, the TV series was Likely to be cancelled.

The investor had already filed a lawsuit against Delilah, seeking compensation of around eight million dollars.

Delilah was ghostly pale at the prospect of nearly twenty million dollars in compensation.

She felt her world collapsing around her.

But she hadn't thrown in the towel just yet!

Anthony was still in the picture!

Everyone was privy to their affair, and Delilah had hoped to gain Anthony's sympathy, possibly his assistance. But she realized she couldn't wait for him to come to her.

She had to act first.

With that thought, Delilah swiftly put away the termination letters, went to her room, and applied makeup to mimic an ill, frail appearance.

Satisfied with her pale reflection in the mirror, she slipped into a white dress.

Then she went to the Azuba Company with the letter of termination.

Once the meeting had drawn to a close, Kase held back an impending comment, reconsidering his choice of words.

Anthony appeared weary and disinterested, asking, "What's going on?"

“Miss Lopez requests your presence, sir."