Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 203: "Brielle! I love you!"

"Oh my God! When did she get here?"

"Mom! It's our idol! Right there, I can't believe it!"

"Ugh, if I'd known she was coming, I would've snatched front-row seats! I can barely catch a glimpse of her from back here!" Brielle had just made her way over from backstage, unnoticed until now.

And the last thing she expected was to hear someone take shots at Maia the second she walked into the hall. How could she just stand by and let that slide?

Her gaze turned icy as she swept her sharp eyes over Rosanna and the others, cutting through them like a knife through butter.

Rosanna had assumed Brielle's earlier remark, "she's definitely not a spectator," was a cue for the staff to remove Maia from the premises. After all, Maia didn't even have a ticket.

But then Brielle's eyes locked onto her.

Rosanna's heart stumbled in her chest, thudding hard against her ribs. "And you are?" Brielle asked, her voice as mesmerizing as her songs.

Rosanna immediately stepped forward, her heart racing, though she tried to appear calm. "I'm your fan. My name is Rosanna Morgan."

The other contestants, equally star-struck, followed suit, eager to make their introductions. This was as close as they'd ever get to their idol.

Brielle listened attentively, memorizing their names.

Meanwhile, the staff stood frozen, uncertain whether to step in and drag Maia out.

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Rosanna shot a sly smile, her tone dripping with disdain. "This is Maia Watson, the one who made a big fuss online about entering the competition. The show's about to start, and she hasn't even registered. She's insisting on going on stage, and I was just about to ask her to leave."

Her words were meant for Brielle, but her eyes darted toward the staff, signaling them to act.

Maia crossed her arms, lips curling into a sneer. "When did I say I was here to compete?"

"Maia, do you have no shame? You're making a spectacle at such an important competition. Do you even know it's being streamed live?" Several contestants chimed in, echoing Rosanna's disdain.

"I say we call the police and send Maia back to wherever she's been for the last four years."

"How'd she even get in? Look at that dress - probably a knockoff, and she's acting like she's important."

"A knockoff? Please, that's gotta be a fake. She's probably here thinking she's the star of the show."

Brielle's frown deepened. What was all this nonsense?

How dare they talk like that about K? Were they ready to throw their own chances away?

Her voice sliced through the tension like a blade. "Enough! This is a singing competition, not a circus." The group froze, eyes wide in fear.

Oh no! Brielle was angry.

And it was all Maia's fault.

Just as they steeled themselves for Brielle to have Maia thrown out, something unexpected happened. Brielle reached out and grabbed Maia's hand.

With a warm, reassuring smile, she said, "Come on, don't let a few idiots ruin your day."

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