Hua Ling turned gracefully toward Mao Li, expression cool and poised, though her eyes flickered with tension.
She lifted her head slightly. "Boss, if this keeps up, there's a real chance he'll overtake me."
Mao Li's gaze shifted to the screen. He remembered the vote tallies clearly—Fu Jing Rong's name had surged faster than any artist he'd ever seen rise.
The man had been absent from public life for over a year, yet now he was closing in on Hua Ling's lead.
And who had driven that surge?
Fu Jing Rong himself!
Just his existence brought in attention Mao Li had hoped belonged to Hua Ling alone.
He swallowed.
From the top of the hierarchy to the guest lounge, his protective instincts tightened. Hua Ling wasn't just an artist.
She was the centerpiece of everything Blue Entertainment had built in the past year after Hua Jing's accident.
