As a first-tier female artist, Annie Lawrence's endorsement sales couldn't even beat those of a newcomer who barely ranked as a D-list celebrity.
"She must have cheated," Jessica Foster said, with a dumbfounded look on her face, "There's no way she could have achieved this without cheating."
"What are we going to do now?" Annie asked with a grim expression, "I can't lose to that little bitch. Shelly Elegance Company has many first-line products, and if my sales are good this time, I have a chance to get those first-line endorsements."
"But if I lose to her, they definitely won't give me any better endorsements."
Jessica's face wasn't looking too good either.
Annie Lawrence was the artist she brought up, and the quality of resources she would get in the future would affect her as well.
Of course, she hoped that Annie could do better and better.