Chapter 322 Under the Spotlight.
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With the surrounding voices urging her, Naomi’s mind went blank. She had no choice but to return to her
seat.
She hadn’t expected that she wouldn’t be allowed to leave during the concert.
Naomi immediately turned to the agent beside her. “I need to use the restroom. I really can’t go out?”
The agent blinked as if surprised. “Oh? Didn’t I tell you VIP guests can’t leave during the show?”
Naomi was sure he never said that.
He gave an apologetic smile. “It’s just the rules. I don’t have a say in it. This whole concert is free after all, but VIPS can’t exit once it begins. Ms. Naomi, it’s just ninety minutes. It’ll be over before you know it.”
Naomi felt like she was going to explode.
She desperately wanted to leave–but she couldn’t.
Next to her, Eliza curved her lips into a faint smile.
She could guess the synthetic skin was finally reacting badly on Naomi’s face.
Ninety minutes like this… Naomi would be in agony.
Back in her seat, Naomi could barely sit still. The itching on her cheeks was unbearable.
Even the slightest movement made her want to tear off the fake skin.
Time dragged on, minute by agonizing minute.
By the time the final song began, Naomi’s complexion was downright frightening.
“You’re up soon. Get ready.”
The agent patted Naomi’s shoulder and prepared to take her backstage.
Hearing that was the first relief she’d felt all night.
Just a little longer. Almost there.
Naomi tried to console herself.
The agent led her down to the stage.
“Remember what to do, right? Just follow the rehearsal. Nothing will go wrong.”
Naomi gave a sweet, obedient nod. “I know. Don’t worry.”
Satisfied, the agent gave her a small nod.
Soon, it was Naomi’s cue.
Down below, Emma watched as Naomi followed Soren’s agent backstage, and she practically ground her teeth to dust.
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She couldn’t believe Naomi actually pulled this off.
That she was the one chosen to be Soren’s guest.
“Who would’ve thought Naomi had it in her to get invited by Soren?”
“I wish I could stand on stage with him! I’m dying of jealousy.”
“Soren’s never invited a female guest before.”
All around, classmates whispered with envy and resentment.
“Next, we’ll welcome the female guest selected randomly by the system…”
Soren paused deliberately, then glanced toward the crowd. “Miss Naomi, please come up.”
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Gasps swept the arena. This was the first time Soren had ever invited a woman onstage. Everyone was losing their minds.
Naomi walked slowly up to the stage under thousands of eyes.
Somewhere in the crowd, someone yelled, “Get off the stage!”
More voices quickly joined in.
In moments, the entire arena was erupting in shouts for Naomi to leave.
Naomi heard it all, loud and clear.
She instinctively turned to Soren, hoping for help–but he was wearing in–ear monitors and made no reaction.
Eliza knew better.
Soren could hear everything. He just chose to ignore it.
Naomi, still unaware of what was coming, stepped forward as Soren reached out to lead her.
A spotlight snapped on, beaming directly onto Naomi.
The light stung her eyes.
-And then, chaos.
People began shouting.
It wasn’t because of anything Naomi did–but because of what they saw.
Her face was covered in angry red blotches–like a massive allergic reaction–and under the stage lights, it looked grotesque.
Naomi instinctively turned to the big screen, trying to figure out what was happening.
What she saw made her blood freeze.
Her face–projected larger than life–looked disfigured by hives and rashes.
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Absolutely terrifying.
Naomi recoiled in horror and let out a shrill scream.
She couldn’t believe it. How could her face have turned into that?
“Aaaaah!”
Her scream echoed through the arena.
Eliza wasn’t surprised. She had known this was coming.
Naomi had been sitting there in pain for ninety minutes, and the lighting had been dim–no one noticed.
But the moment she hit center stage under the spotlight, it was all revealed.
Naomi shrieked uncontrollably.
Because of the mic on her face, the sound boomed over the speakers–piercing, haunting.
Panic broke out.
No one understood what was happening.
They just saw Naomi’s grotesque face on the massive screen–an image no one could unsee.
“Oh my god! That’s horrifying! What’s wrong with her face?”
“She looks like she’s covered in welts! It’s terrifying!”
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