Chapter 195

Morning sunlight spilled over the cobblestone path as the production crew ascended the winding mountain trail.

The gilded characters "Textile Hall" gleamed under the sun. A young woman in an embroidered cheongsam stood at the entrance, smiling warmly at the group.

Serena Blake clicked forward in her high heels, deliberately sidling up to Vivienne Archer. "Ms. Archer, you'll surely dazzle us today," she said, her lips curving into a faint smirk as she glanced at the cameras.

Vivienne toyed with the jade bracelet on her wrist and chuckled. "Such high praise, Ms. Blake. Still bitter about yesterday?"

Their gazes locked, tension crackling between them.

Serena's expression faltered briefly before she forced a sweet smile. "You misunderstand. I genuinely admire your talent."

"Is that so?" Vivienne arched a brow. "Then you'd better watch closely."

Aria Bennett moved discreetly to Vivienne's side and whispered something in her ear. Vivienne's eyes lit up, and she gave Aria a playful wink.

The challenge was soon revealed: embroider a duck.

Serena suppressed a smug grin. The task seemed simple but held hidden complexities. She couldn't wait to see Vivienne stumble.

But the next moment wiped the smile from her face.

Vivienne's fingers flew across the fabric, and soon, a pair of lifelike ducks emerged on the embroidery hoop—executed in flawless double-sided stitch.

"Pass," the cheongsam-clad woman declared with approval.

Vivienne turned and hugged Aria. "All thanks to your guidance last night."

Serena dug her nails into her palms. Aria again! Always ruining her plans!

Live comments exploded:

[Queen Vivienne slays!]

[Aria's full of surprises!]

[This duo has my heart!]

By afternoon, the group relocated to the Opera Hall. Wesley Hart mesmerized everyone with a rendition of "The Drunken Concubine," effortlessly clearing his challenge.

As evening fell, the cast gathered at the inn for casual conversation—until an uninvited guest stormed in.

Dressed in designer labels, the woman lifted her chin and fixed Damian Cross with an intense stare. "Damian, I'm leaving tomorrow."

Damian's expression turned icy. "Ms. Cole, mind your manners."

Aria rose to leave but was stopped.

"In such a hurry, Ms. Bennett?" Bianca Cole sneered. "Afraid I'll expose you?"

The courtyard fell silent. Everyone held their breath, waiting to see how this confrontation would unfold.