Lin Miao'er regarded Lin Ke with a cold gaze, the corner of her mouth lifting in the smile of a victor.
Lin Ke met Lin Miao'er's stare, her eyes as sharp as a carving knife, but her current physical condition had already deteriorated.
She wished she could stand up and slap Lin Miao'er, to carve that pretty little face with a knife.
Yet, she had difficulty breathing even without moving.
Jimmy ordered the doctor, "Attend to Lin Ke immediately." He then turned his head to instruct the makeup artist, "Go, do Lin Miao'er's makeup, and let her pick whatever clothes she wants!"
"Mr. Jimmy, please..." Lin Ke grew more anxious and found herself unable to speak.
She had truly worked so hard for this spokesperson event and just needed to seize today's opportunity to elevate her career to new heights; it was crucial to her life.
She wouldn't allow herself to make any mistakes today.