"Miss Jane--" a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, giving a deliberate squeeze, and she jumped in surprise, turning to see Mr. Green.
Mr. Green's face was plastered with a grin, and his eyes looked lustful as he gazed at her, almost as if the words "I want to sleep with her" were written across his face.
She suppressed a wave of nausea. "Mr. Green, let's go back to the private room."
There were too many people in the room for this lecherous old man to act out in public.
But Mr. Green didn't want to go back to the private room. He just wanted to be alone with her. His gaze roamed up and down her body, and he smirked. "I heard about your situation at Starlight. Honestly, it's pretty sad for you."
Jane's face stiffened. "What situation?"
Mr. Green shrugged nonchalantly. "Everyone says Alice Garcia will inherit Starlight in the future, but according to logic, as Elizabeth's biological daughter, it should be you who inherits... "
He paused, his eyes flashing with a lewd smile, and leaned closer to Jane. "Rumors online say you were pregnant before you got married, and the twins you had were from different fathers. You're pretty impressive."
He gave her a thumbs up and added, "But you have a great figure, you still look like a little girl, and you don't look like a woman who's had a child."
Even in a simple t-shirt and jeans, with her hair in a bun, her figure was still evident.
Mr. Green's words were both belittling and flattering, laced with the thoughts of an old man.
Jane forced a smile. "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Green," she paused, "I have something to discuss with Sarah Ford, so I'll go back to the private room."
She quickly sidestepped Mr. Green and headed straight back to the private room.
After a while, almost half of the people in the private room had left. However, Sarah Ford remained in her original seat, and when Jane saw her, she noticed Sarah's exquisitely drawn eyebrows furrow and her eyes turn cold. With a haughty lift of her chin, Sarah said, "Jane, don't think that just because you're Elizabeth's daughter, you're something special. Everyone knows that you have a lot of dirt on you and that you're a company parasite."
"Oh, I'm a company parasite? At least I've had hit songs and have sung countless classics. What about you? Do you have any notable works?" Mr. Green flirted with her, but as soon as she arrived in the private room, she was ruthlessly attacked by Sarah Ford. Jane's mood worsened, and she spoke impolitely.
Sarah Ford couldn't think of any notable works she had, and was left speechless by the attack.
She stared at Jane, feeling indignant, for a moment before suddenly grinning mysteriously. "Classic songs? I can sing them too. Just wait and see."
After speaking, she stormed out of the room.
Jane turned around to watch Sarah Ford's receding figure, feeling an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
After the party ended, Jane had intended to ride home with Elizabeth in her car, but Elizabeth and Alice Garcia had left early without her noticing. She was surrounded by other artists from the company, who urged her to drink, and it wasn't until she had worn out her lips that she was finally able to leave.
As soon as she got home, the first thing she did was take a shower, especially since Mr. Green had touched her waist and shoulders, which she scrubbed until they were red before finally leaving the bathroom.
As soon as she finished, she heard her phone, which was placed on the bedside table, beep a few times. She absentmindedly picked it up and saw that she had received several notifications, all related to her. She clicked on a trending search and her blood ran cold:
"Jane lip-syncs and claims she will appear in public in the future."
"Jane was a cute substitute for Sarah Ford."
"All the classics were sung by Sarah Ford."
Overnight, various marketing accounts simultaneously posted articles claiming that most of Jane's previous works were lip-synced and sung by Sarah Ford, and that her lyrics were plagiarized from Sarah Ford's team. The reason Jane had dared to do so was because she was the daughter of a star and had no scruples.