Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Wrong Idea

Clarence froze. “But tonight’s theater only has this one performance.”

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And even if there were multiple stages, they would never let another show compete at the same

time.

“Tsk, tsk. I’ve seen people fight over parents, money, and even roles. But I’ve never seen anyone fight over an audience member coming backstage.” A sultry, sharp voice came from the theater doors behind the Lancasters.

Everyone turned to look.

Tilda stood there in her dance clothes, dripping with sweat. She had clearly rushed over and now leaned against a pillar, catching her breath while mocking them.

She had expected the guests to use the VIP entrance, but when they didn’t, she came running the moment she got the tip.

Of course, she wasn’t going to miss this chance.

Every Lancaster standing there was her enemy. If it weren’t for them, she wouldn’t have been crushed under Lydia’s heel in the company all this time.

Now that she finally had her shot at payback, she wasn’t going to waste it.

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Besides, she already knew who her mysterious investor was–Claudia’s close friend.

Claudia supporting her, was clearly meant to strike at Lydia.

So at this moment, Tilda had to take the right side.

Claudia smiled and held out the bouquet in her arms. “Sorry, I won’t be able to come tomorrow. So I stopped by today to wish you good luck in advance.”

Tilda’s eyes lit up as she took the flowers.

“Ms. Lancaster, thank you for caring about us. Honestly, without you, our performance wouldn’t be going so smoothly.”

Her voice even carried a trace of real gratitude,

Lydia’s little schemes had been one after another.

With the investor away, Tilda had been told to take direct instructions from Claudia.

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And Claudia hadn’t just given orders–she had solved Tilda’s backup dancer issues, and when the stage crew messed up the props, Claudia sent in a team to fix it on the spot.

Because of her, their performance had been flawless.

A group of dancers no one believed in had become confident and proud.

The most important show was already done. Florence had given great feedback and even talked about working with them in the future. The rest of the tour was just routine.

Tilda lifted her chin at Clarence. “Sir, Ms. Wallace having a performance doesn’t mean the rest

of us can’t train. We didn’t take her spot. You’re the ones blocking the way, aren’t you?”

Clarence’s face twisted, but he stepped aside stiffly.

“So she wasn’t here to see Lydia after all,” someone whispered.

“Well, the Lancasters jumped so fast–it’s easy to see how people got the wrong idea.”

“Claudia went through hell because of them. No way she’d patch things up and come running to Lydia’s show. Someone clearly got ahead of themselves. Ha!”

“Looks like the Lancasters just weren’t meant to ride on Mr. Romero’s coattails.”

“Not only that–didn’t you notice who Claudia and Mr. Romero came to see? It’s Tilda. Lydia’s biggest rival.”

“One dancer doesn’t even perform tonight, yet Claudia comes to support her. Another dancer has her family beg at the door, and Claudia brushes them off. Isn’t it obvious where she stands?”

The mocking voices were loud enough for the Lancasters to hear, and their faces burned with shame.

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