The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee By Vera Whitehead Chapter 14

Chapter 14 You Eliminate Me

Queen Ziana: (That's it? Who are you apologizing to?]

This sentence was powerful. After reading it, Ferman was surprised and felt gloomy.

He thought of it. And he deliberately didn't mention Ziana. After all, he was a senior. How could a senior apologize to a junior?

What was more, Ziana was not a junior in this industry now. Ferman didn't think Ziana could pass the preliminary!

Ferman had read Ziana's information and knew that Ziana came from a small remote place, was not good at singing or dancing, and had no stage performance experience.

She had only one strength, her face. But this was a talent show, not a beauty pageant!

If Ziana had no talents, she would be eliminated sooner or later!

Ferman thought Ziana couldn't enter the entertainment industry and wasn't worthy of his

attention.

Besides, he obviously apologized. He didn't know why Ziana still didn't let it go.

Ferman didn't care whether Ziana forgave him. He thought if Ziana didn't forgive him, it could only mean that she was small-minded and hypocritical! Ferman read the comments gloomily.

These netizens praised him this morning, but now they scolded him.

They all sat on the fence!

He kept scrolling down, and among the thousands of comments, he finally found one that stood up for him, saying that Ziana was too cruel. And he smiled. He was satisfied.

He thought among the group of idiot netizens, some sensible people finally appeared.

Ferman believed that as an experienced artist, his reputation couldn't be gotten by Ziana, an Internet celebrity who had some money.

Time would tell everything. Everyone would find his excellent character and exceptional talent!

What about Ziana?

She was nobody.

She would be laughed at by the netizens when she was ruthlessly eliminated in the preliminaries

tomorrow.

Ferman thought about it happily. He simply turned off the computer and started to pretend he knew nothing.

At the newly-built villa of the Scott Family.

After Ziana finished attacking Ferman and saw that he kept silent, she folded her arms and laughed

coldly.

Seeing this, Yudel knew that Ziana was angry, so he waved his hand at the maids next to them.

The maids stepped forward immediately.

One squeezed Ziana's shoulders, one massaged her legs, one served coffee, and the last one was carefully peeling an orange and fed her the segments one after another.

Ziana leaned lazily in the chair, enjoying the maids' sweet service. It made her anger dissipate a

little.

After Yudel saw that Ziana's face became bright, warmth appeared on his cold face

He persuaded her, "There's no need to be mad at Ferman. He is not worthy of your anger, my noble princess. If you don't want to see him in the entertainment circle, it's just a piece of cake to make it. So, don' be angry. Otherwise, I'll have to waste his arms or legs."

Ziana was amused and cast a glance at him, "Yudel, we are good citizens who ab id* by the law."

"Then, we just let him go?" Yudel asked uncertainly.

He knew that Ziana was arrogant and vindictive. Also, she was grateful. But she was not the

forgiving type.

In the three years when she was married to Boris, she pretended to be well-behaved and looked

easy to bully. At other times, she never restrained herself.

Sure enough, Ziana squinted her eyes and snorted lightly. "Let him go? No way! If he doesn't apologize to me, I will not make things easy for him."

Yudel rolled up his sleeves. "I'll ask someone to bring him here and apologize right away."

"No need. Let's wait. Someone will call me later," Ziana said slowly and stretched.

She slowly stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers. The maid standing in the hall came to her with small steps. "Miss Scott, what can I do for you?"

"Ask the beautician from Melanil Company to come. I need a full-body massage."

Melanil Company started as a beauty salon with a history of a hundred years. It was said that in

early years, it specially provided skin care for queens and princesses.

Their unique skin care techniques were quite famous. Also, they made products with their exclusive secret formula. They had a research team. Many of the team members graduated from famous universities and had many patents. Many high-end and niche skin care products bought patents from Melanil Company.

It could be said that Melanil Company was at the top of the industry.

The monthly salary of its beauticians was at least 60 thousand dollars. They were considerate and gentle, but it was difficult to get an appointment.

But it was not a problem for Ziana.

Ten minutes later.

Ziana was soaking in the bath comfortably. The room was equipped with a Bluetooth speaker. After it was connected to the mobile phone, the player was turned on, and music flowed out like water.

The maid put the fruit plate on the small table next to the bathtub. She could reach it by stretching out her hand. She clicked her tongue in satisfaction. What an aimless life.

At this moment, the music suddenly stopped, and the phone rang.

Ziana hummed a ditty, dried her delicate hands, and pressed the answer button.

"Who is that?"

Hearing the charming voice, the director of Love 101 laughed awkwardly.

He was very respectful. "Miss Scott? I didn't bother you, did I? Oh, I'm Antony Zern, the director of

Love 101."

"Oh, hello, Mr. Zern," Ziana said politely and perfunctorily. "What can I do for you?"

"Ah, have we had a misunderstanding before? Are you still madding at us?"

Mr. Zern used the word very carefully, cleverly turning everything into a misunderstanding.

Since Mr. Zern was sincere, Ziana let it go. "You apologized, and I saw it. Let's just let this matter

go."

"Thank you for your generosity, Miss Scott. Will you attend our live broadcast tomorrow?"

Ziana raised her eyebrows. "I'm not sure."

When Mr. Zern heard this, his heart sank.

He guessed the possible reason, but he couldn't directly ask her. So he could only say, "Did we do anything wrong? Miss Scott, if you feel that our written apology statement is not sincere enough, we will apologize to you in person tomorrow during the live broadcast. What do you say?"

Ziana thought, "What a smart man."

She clicked her tongue. "You know I have issues with a certain judge. I haven't been wronged before. If he doesn't apologize to me, I will feel uncomfortable. Once I feel uncomfortable, I don't want to participate in the show. How about eliminating me?"

Mr. Zern was down in the dumps. How could they eliminate her? She had everything. But without her, his show would have no ratings and be half-dead.

He thought, "Ferman is good for nothing. What he did makes Miss Scott so angry."

Mr. Zern wasn't satisfied with what Ferman had done. He thought to himself, "Miss Scott forgave us. We asked him to apologize to her online. As long as he was sincere, she would forgive him too." Mr. Zern didn't expect Ferman to put on airs and play tricks!

He felt really annoyed because of Ferman.

Mr. Zern laughed awkwardly. "Miss Scott, please don't joke. How can we eliminate you? Don't

worry

about Mr. Noah. As long as you attend the show tomorrow, I will arrange everything and let

you see our sincerity."

Ziana tapped her fingers on the wall of the pure white bathtub. "Okay, I hope you won't let me

down."

"Miss Scott, tomorrow will you..."

"I'll show up." Ziana assured him.

Mr. Zern was grateful and said a few compliments, and after hanging up, he decided to go to Ferman's house to find him person.