She let out a long sigh, reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, and instinctively glanced at the empty pillow beside her.
All night, her mind was filled with fragmented dreams of past events.
Finally, it was the sound of a gunshot from Noah Drexler that startled her awake, leaving her drenched in cold sweat.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her. Clearly, she had been sleeping well these days, but since the first night Noah left, she couldn’t sleep well anymore.
Constant nightmares tormented her, denying her peace.
Yet, when he was by her side, she never dreamed of those scenes.
She felt as if the mature and domineering aura of that man was missing, leaving her feeling somewhat empty inside.
It seemed like... she had become somewhat dependent on Noah Drexler.
...
Two days later.
Afternoon.
The Golden Melody Awards was grandly inaugurated.
On the way to the award ceremony.
Summer Shawcross had already finished her exquisite makeup and was wearing a sky-blue starry evening gown, sitting inside the car.
In her ears, the radio was broadcasting the grand event of this year’s Golden Melody Awards.
"The lineup for this year’s Golden Melody Awards is indeed grand. Besides some of the recently popular singers, many veteran singers are attending, and even a low-key big name like Zeke Sawyer is participating."
"Voting starts today, and three months from now, who will win the Most Popular Female Singer Award? Currently, the strongest contenders are Melanie Trueman, who has been consistently popular, Rosie Summers, who rose to fame with a hit song recently, and... Summer Shawcross, the lucky female singer who skyrocketed in popularity after saving Zeke Sawyer a few days ago. It’s likely that the Newcomer Award will be among these three."
As the radio host finished discussing the candidates for the Most Popular Female Singer Award, the manager could not help but interject with a complaint.
"That Melanie Trueman is nothing special, just a singer pretending to sound tragic and selling misery. Her voice and singing skills can’t compare to yours at all. I really don’t understand how someone like her became famous. And that Rosie Summers, besides acting coquettish, what else can she do? Her singing makes me feel sick!"
Listening to Jessica, Summer Shawcross let out a chuckle, "She’s not as simple as she seems on the surface."
Melanie Trueman’s popularity was not just because of the tragic past she spread deliberately, but also because of the innocent and pitiful facade she put on.
She was deceived by her appearance back then and considered her a close sister.
But later, on this very day in her past life, during the opening ceremony, Melanie Trueman ruined her reputation and left her with no chance of recovery.
Thinking of this, Summer Shawcross couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
That woman was vicious and disgusting, and this time she would make her reap what she sowed!
...
Before long, the car reached the red carpet entrance.
The car window lowered, and Summer Shawcross looked outside through the window, seeing a singer ahead just stepping onto the red carpet, wearing a white dress that perfectly matched her immaculate and innocent persona.
That person was Melanie Trueman.
Seeing Summer Shawcross arrive, Melanie Trueman, who had just stepped onto the red carpet, stopped, walked back over, and with an innocent smile, said to Summer Shawcross.
"Summer, what a coincidence. I feel a bit nervous walking the red carpet alone. Let’s walk together."
Hearing the overly friendly voice of the other person, Summer Shawcross felt an urge to gag, but after taking a deep breath, she forced a smile.
"Sure!"