Joanne curiously blinked and said, "Brian, should you be like my brother who is a hidden master? Would your cooking skills be better than mine?"

If her guess happened to be correct, it was necessary for Joanne to suspect her trust among people.

She once rented an apartment near the school with Freya. After buying cooking tools in the supermarket, she tried to make some simple home-dishes. Although they looked and tasted ordinary, they were much more delicious than the French fries and hamburgers. Freya was so moved that she said with tears, "From now on, I will be a devoted fan for Chinese cuisines!"

She took photos with a sense of achievement and sent the photos to Chris, requiring him to praise her.

However, she didn't anticipate that she was showing her skills before a master. Chris criticized her wrong ways of cooking and told her some tips. She was not afraid of the challenge and cooked in the evening with Chris's tips. Expectedly, it turned out to be much better than the dishes of noon.

The reality made her finally believe the truth that Chris could cook well, which he had hidden from her for years.

To comfort her, Chris said, "Few people know that I can cook well."

Finally, she required that Chris should make up to her by making a grand cuisine for her. Chris always granted whatever she requested. Thus, he agreed.

But over several years, he had been busy, so he failed to fulfill his promise. Chris also hid his expertise in cooking well.

If Brian was a hidden master too, he must have hidden better than Chris.

Looking at the expectation on Joanne's face, Brian said without any emotion, "It is the first time for me to use a cooking knife."

"..." Joanne did not manage to stop her lips from twitching.

Brian shot up his brows. "What? Doesn't it seem true?"

"..." Joanne only wanted to complain. "It does not seem true. It is not true! Who can cut the shredded potatoes so thin the first time he picks up a kitchen knife?"

However, for the event tonight, she restrained herself from complaining. Instead, she was going to admire Brian hard

"Right, it does not seem true at all!" She nodded with a force, tried very hard to pile admiration on her face and said, "The potatoes that I shredded for the first time almost turned to be potato bars. Wow, you are awesome!"

Brian slightly moved his lips and looked directly into Joanne's eyes. Maybe it was her request tonight that made Joanne suddenly lose her confidence. She could only hide her lost confidence by blinking and then put on a more brilliant and worshipful smile.

"What do you want?" Brian asked directly.

Joanne was stunned for a flash and then realized that it was time for her to speak it out.

"The live show of the first episode of 'Top Model' is on tonight. I want to watch at the set," expectedly and worriedly looking at Brian, she said, "Could you go to the show with me?"

Brian looked at the time and said, "The live show will begin at eight o'clock. There are an hour and a half left."

"Wonderful! He agreed!"

Joanne's amorous eyes brightened. "The meal will be ready when the fried shredded potatoes is done!"

She took the braised pork out at once and then cleaned the pan for cooking the shredded potatoes.

The stir-fried potato shredded was a quick dish to finish and she soon placed it on the plate. There were only 40 minutes left after the couple finished dinner. Joanne took her shoes on as well as urging Brian by saying, "Hurry up. Hurry up. If we're late, Freya won't be easy on me."

Brian was not in a hurry. He sluggishly took the car keys and went to the garage to drive the car.

He drove out the extremely cool Aston Martin ONE77.

Joanne knew how fast the car could be. She got on the car with a smile, and then she heard Brian say, "Fasten your seat belt."

"Yes!" She pulled over the seat belt and fastened it with a click. The car slid out in the next second, galloped out of the villa area and onto the highway to the TV station.

Looking at the rapidly passing tall buildings outside the window, Joanne was as excited as the time when she married Brian.

Initially, Freya decided to be a model to prove to Chris that she could shine in another way. Joanne, like Freya' families, once thought it just was another way for Freya to play her game of life.

However, Freya was actually serious. She sweated for it and finally was on the stage.

Tonight, she was going to witness how Freya would shine!

They arrived at the gate of the TV station. As soon as she saw the guard in uniform and with a baton that she realized an important problem. "I only told my brother to save seats for us. Now, do we need to ask him to bring the tickets to us so as to enter?"

At the gate, it was not surprising that they were stopped by the guard. It was only a dozen minutes left before the show begin. Joanne anxiously looked toward Brian. But he just looked inside the gate.

Joanne believed that there were reasons for Brian to stay so calm.

She also followed his sight and saw a man of about fifty walking out. The man greeted Brian from afar. "Hello, Mr. Lambert, how do you do? Welcome to our TV station."

The guard amazedly looked at Brian and then greeted the man. "Head Director."

"They are Mr. and Mrs. Lambert," the Head Director told the guard with a smile. "The next time they come, do not stop them."

The guard regretfully grabbed his hair and hurried to say yes. The Head Director made a posture signaling "please" and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Lambert, let's go to the broadcast hall, or we will be late."

Brian nodded. Joanne knew nothing but took his hand and walked forward. The hit shows of this station passed quickly in her mind. She had been regretting that she could not get tickets to be on the set.

If she had known Brian was so familiar with the Head Director, she would not have watched on TV and she would come to the broadcast hall any moment she wanted!

Knowing that Joanne and Brian were coming, Chris had arranged the seats in the middle of the front row in advance, just beside several high-level directors of the station.

Joanne subconsciously looked around and asked Brian, "Can I go to the backstage to find Freya?"

"No."

It was Chris who answered her. Joanne followed the sound and confusedly looked through. She saw Chris sitting down in the seat beside her.

"Brother?" She was extremely surprised. "Why are you here? I thought you were with Freya in the backstage."

"Why should I go backstage to accompany her?" Chris said stiffly. "Neither do you."

"Why?"

"Now, people are running around backstage. The injury on your leg has not healed. I am afraid that you would get hurt in the backstage," Chris said. "What's more, she was busy in dressing up. You will only distract her."

"My leg was injured but yours did not," Joanne moved close to Chris's ear and whispered. "This is the first live show for Freya and she must be nervous. If you encourage her at this time, she may be moved and agrees to be with you."

Chris contemptuously looked at Joanne and said, "I used to wonder how you could make friends with Freya but now I know why. The IQs of you two are on the same level, so you can chat well."

"..." Joanne was angry. "Could he say something nice? Why is he always despising her IQ like Brian?"

Did he really think she didn't know why he dared not go to Freya?

Originally, she wanted to seize the chance to help Chris explain to Freya. "But since he despised me so much, there was nothing better than messing up!"

Brian held Joanne's shoulder and took her back by saying, "You cannot go backstage but you can send a message to tell her that you have come."

"Oh, it sounds like a good idea."

Joanne smiled at Brian, bowed her head and began to edit a message. Chris caught her adoring and clever smile, and his heart was filled with contempt.

But he also knew that the contempt was actually due to his envy to Brian.

There were two months before the "Top Model" ended. Anyway, he had to wait.

At this time, Joanne successfully sent her message and the "Top Model" began.

The pair hosting the program was the most popular hosts in the TV station. When the pair came out, the screaming of the audience burst out. In the screaming, Freya received Joanne's message.

Joanne's leg had not recovered yet. Freya thought that she would not come. But she still came. Freya had to admit that she was very happy.

She was happy but disappointed. Joanne had come. Where's Chris?

She wished that Chris came because she wanted him to witness how she looked like on the catwalk. But she wished he didn't come at the same time.

If he came but did not come backstage to find her, she could not hide her disappointment. So she preferred that he had not come.

Hesitating for a moment, Freya finally replied Joanne: Where's your brother?

Joanne replied immediately: He's sitting beside me. Go for it!

"He really came. He just didn't come to me."

Freya breathed out a long relief. After replying Joanne, she put down the cell phone and tried hard to calm down.

It was OK that Chris didn't come to encourage her. She could do it on her own!

"There are 20 contestants and 5 of them will be eliminated tonight," Candy came to her, patted on her shoulder and said. "Yes, you can!"

Freya firmly nodded and said, "Rest assured, I will fight to the final round!"

"A-a-a-a-ah!"

The screaming of a girl was around. Freya subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and saw a girl who just put on makeup and dress was about to fall down.

The girl was the next to get on the stage. The falling would ruin her makeup and dress.

Freya did not know why she could act so quickly. She subconsciously supported the girl and said, "Be careful."

The girl was surprised. The contestants were all for the champion. But there was only one champion. They looked friendly on the surface, but secretly they fought a life-or-death battle against each other. If she fell, it would be one less opponent for Freya and others.

Why should Freya help her?

"Thank you," the girl said gratefully. "If unfortunately, we are in the condition that there can be only one winner, I will let you be the one."

"I don't need it," Freya said. "The best will still be the best."

"Joanna!" A man of Candy's age hurried in. "Let's go. It's your time!"

The girl named Joanna walked out of the dressing room with the agent. When she left the room, she gave Freya a smile. "You are the 150th. Go for it."

Freya reluctantly smiled and nodded, and concealed the inner tension very well. After JoannOriont out, she took a deep breath and kept telling herself. "Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous."

At this time, in the dressing room, it was a mess.

The modest dressing room was shared by 20 people. There were some clothes on the coat hanger. Every dressing table was stacked with a lot of things. Additionally, there were friends and families of the contestants. All of these made the dressing room noisy and messy. Like Freya, most contestants tried to calm down.

But since this was the first time for them to walk on the stage, it was not easy to calm down.

Freya grabbed her cell phone tightly. It was at this moment when her cellphone rang loudly. She was scared by the sudden ringing. She looked at the cell phone and found it was an unfamiliar number.

She answered the call. A male voice came.

"Freya, I am waiting for you in the No. 17 dressing room. When are you coming over?"

The voice was strange. Freya suspected that this person had made a mistake. But the man could call her name.

"Who exactly is it?"