Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 392

She was ROSE?!

Was this a joke?!

For a moment, nearly everyone craned their necks to stare at her.

It was ROSE!

The most enigmatic composer in the business!

The industry titan every singer dreamed of working with!

However, right then, a very faint scoff broke the tension. "How ridiculous. To think people are still bold enough to impersonate ROSE these days..."

Impersonate?

That word tore through the studio like a tornado.

Oh, right!

The internet had practically crowned Nadine as ROSE over the last few days.

Was this woman just jealous of the hype, trying to pull off a scam for some cheap attention?

Instantly, murmurs and whispers spread like wildfire.

Director Warren coughed awkwardly, his gaze darting between the two women.

One was the most talked-about contestant of the week, and the other was the Music Director representing the show's production company.

He couldn't afford to offend either of them.

"Um..." Director Warren rubbed his hands together, just about to play peacemaker, but Nora beat him to it.

"Director Warren, weren't you about to shoot a solo promo?"

"Ah... yes... exactly!"

"Since I'm a composer, let's use my work as the focal point."

The moment she said that, the director's eyes lit up with comprehension, and he clapped his hands in excitement. "Perfect! Let's do it!"

The identity of ROSE had always been shrouded in mystery. Using an original piece as the intro—letting her music speak before her face was revealed—was an absolutely brilliant concept.

The ratings for this episode were guaranteed to explode!

However, that exchange sounded entirely different to the cynical ears of the onlookers...

"Tch, she's definitely just here to leech off the clout..."

She was telling him to stand down and stay out of it.

She would handle this herself.

Leo raised an eyebrow in annoyance but obediently stepped back, casting a sideways glance at his near-tears assistant.

"Jacket."

The assistant hurriedly draped the jacket back over his shoulders.

Leaning against the wall, Leo pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text.

[Boss, someone's bullying your wife.]

Three seconds later, a soft chime announced the reply.

[Address.]

Leo smirked.

If she wouldn't let him fight her battles, fine.

But calling for backup was totally fair game.