What kind are you offering?

Yu Jia threw the phone onto the desk, her chest heaving with anger. Lixue's words replayed in her mind, taunting her. Evidence? Of course, Lixue would say that—she was bluffing. She had to be. No way could she have actual proof of the lyrics Yu Jia had used. Lixue was always spineless, easy to manipulate. She wouldn't dare take things further.

Would she?

The uncertainty planted a seed of doubt in Yu Jia's mind, and her frustration grew. She couldn't afford a scandal. Not with the media already beginning to question her recent work.

She slammed her hand on the desk, the sharp sound reverberating in the room. The panic she had been suppressing clawed its way to the surface. She had always been able to control Lixue, to keep her compliant. But now, things were unraveling.