Chapter 717: Does Not Pose a Threat

After Cecily's performance, she stood up with her hands clasped nervously together, her expression tense as she looked at the people at the voting table.

Everyone whispered and discussed in low voices, picking up and putting down their pens on the paper in front of them.

The assistant director raised his voice, "I think Cecily's performance was pretty good. So far, she's the best. I will give her one vote."

Others pondered his words. Everyone was shrewd and could see that the assistant director had been supporting Cecily since the beginning, perhaps due to some connection, but her performance was indeed not bad.

Dorian Jones leaned back in his office chair, a hint of fatigue in his brows and eyes, and ambiguously commented, "Just like chicken ribs."

Cecily's performance was like chicken ribs - tasteless when eaten, yet a shame to discard.

Lilian Rose chuckled lightly, "Actually, there's no need to worry too much. The performances aren't over yet. Everyone can wait and see."