When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

When the Family Ch 24 Chapter 24 New Instructions +8 Pearls.

Jean widened her eyes, black and bright, hesitating for a moment. Softening her voice as much as possible, she carefully said, "I'm not pitying you, okay? But that bread's expired, so you definitely can't eat it. I just don't want you to starve and lose focus in class, that's all. Here, take this. But I'm not giving it for free: you can payback next time." Afraid of bruising the male lead's fragile pride, Jean racked her brain to phrase it carefully Asher simply tilted his head, silently watching her. His deep eyes were unreadable, intense enough to make Jean feel uncomfortable beneath his gaze Was this the pressure of a male lead? Just as she was about to withdraw her hand Asher suddenly reached out, accepting Jean's cake.

Jean instantly relaxed, turning to her textbooks to prepare for class. What she didn't notice was the young man beside her, slowly eating the cake, occasionally flicking his gaze onto her for a second or two. It seemed like observation, perhaps even assessment Jean finally joined the rehearsal that day.

With the Hope Cup finals taking place that weekend, there wasn't much tleft. Still, she stubbornly refused to put on the costbeforehand. She intended to wear that absurd tree costonly once-on the final day.

"Everyone in class has tickets to the Hope Cup finals," their homeroom teacher announced, waving a stack of tickets. "Anyone interested, cand grab one. It's at Central Theater this weekend. I hope you'll all go and cheer on our class." "Hell yeah, I'm definitely going to watch Jean stand there as a tree!" one of the boys mocked enthusiastically. The class erupted in laughter.

Jean's mood remained unaffected. Her fingers silently traced the cold iron token tucked safely in her pocket. Why had that hidden individual demanded she participate in the Hope Cup finals? She had a hunch that this mysterious figure would surely make another appearance that day. Perhaps then she'd finally uncover sanswers.

Jean: sighed inwardly. She only wanted to save up quickly and continue her blissful laziness. Instead, here she was, stuck half- baked between lazing around and being dragged unwillingly into mysterious plots.

Asher, beside her, caught the brief flicker of resignation on Jean's face, punctuated by the harsh laughter echoing through the classroom. Unknowingly, his fingers tightened into a fist.

The weekend arrived swiftly.

Jean woke up early, accompanying the other students to Central Theater.

The Central Theater was an impressive dome-shaped building. The anticipation of performing on such a grand stage sparked excitement among the students.

Batkstage buzzed with activity-students adjusting costumes, applying makeup, arranging props.

Jean doesn't need makeup, right? She's just a tree. The simpler, the better," Lacey interrupted a makeup artist walking toward Jean The makeup artist paused, visibly unsure. It was customary to apply makeup to all performers, and leaving Jean barefaced red odly out of place.

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"What's happening" Lacey grabbed someone rushing toward the commotion "A celebrity judge just arrived for the Hope Cup!" "Who is it?" Curiosity brightened Lacey's eyes.

"Easton." "Easton Lacey exclaimed in shock.

+8 Pearls Anyone unaware of Easton was surely out of touch. He was currently the hottest star, a multiple award-winning actor, and the ultimate heartthrob for millions of girls.

Unable to resist, Lacey joined the throng heading to catch a glimpse, leaving Jean alone and amused. If she heard correctly, this superstar judge was her brother-Easton, her second brother.

Jean shook her head. She could bump into one of her brothers anywhere.

The backstage, exploded in excitement, though eventually disappointed students trickled back after failing to spot Easton Jean watched them with amusement. Obviously, a star like him wouldn't wander through here just for them to see.

in a VIP He was probably relaxing in a VIP lounge.

Bored, Jean thumbed through the competition rulebook. Suddenly one particular rule caught her attention: "Performers without speaking lines won't qualify for awards." So, if her tearn won, Jean-being silent as a tree-wouldn't even have her nengraved on the trophy.

No wonder Lacey confidently chose Jean-this girl had planned it m perfectly: Jean realized Lacey had ensured she'd get none of the benefits, only embarrassment Clever Jean set aside the handbook, digging into her bag for a snack. Instead of snacks, her fingers brushed against another cold iron token.

The first token was already in her pocket, so what was this one? Jean's heart skipped a beat. Carefully glancing around to ensure no one watched, she discreetly drew out the token.

Fresh words appeared engraved: "After the competition, turn off the main light switch at the center of the stage." In the corner was today's date. It was undoubtedly a new instruction.

Things weren't simple after all.

Jean felt irritation rise within her. What exactly was she? Someone's obedient puppet? Why did this stranger think they had the right to control her? Did they have dirt on the original Jean? Or had they promised sreward?

Jean clenched her jaw, her expression darkening. She wasn't certain if she'd obey WhaN consequences would follow if she did? More importantly, what if she didn't?