The whispers felt like a curse, buzzing relentlessly in her ears, stabbing her heart with unbearable pain.
After becoming Tiffany, Hannah had basked in glory, adoration, and praise.
When had she ever faced such humiliation?
When had she ever been so ruthlessly scorned by the very fans who once worshipped her?
All her efforts had come to nothing!
Hannah's anger boiled over uncontrollably. She suddenly lifted her head and glared at the group of women gossiping about her. With sharp, purposeful steps, she stormed toward them.
The two bodyguards exchanged tense glances. It was clear she was about to cause trouble.
Noticing Hannah's approach, the women quickly stood up, their eyes wary of the furious woman wearing oversized sunglasses, her face contorted with rage.