The lights on the auditorium of the studio had been off, and there were only the stage staff disassembling the layout and equipment on the stage.

But if you looked carefully, you could find that there was still a person in the auditorium.

It was Chris.

He sat on his seat, thoughtfully, with a cellphone in his hand. No emotion could be seen from his face, and no one knew why he still didn't leave.

As he had expected, his cellphone soon rang. Freya's name appeared on the screen.

He answered the phone, from which came Freya's excited voice. "Have you left?"

"What?" Chris asked.

"Come with me to celebrate!" Freya could not hide her delightfulness. "Candy specially allowed me to eat and drink whatever I want this evening! Last time we didn't have a chance to celebrate. We will make it up this time!"

Chris meditated for a while and finally closed his eyes in the dark. "... I have already gone back. You should look for someone else."

"..."

In the dressing room, Freya desperately digested Chris's words. After a long time, did she dare to believe what she had heard-Chris's cold refusal.

"Damn! So why did he unexpectedly come to the dressing room and say that he was bound to get me? Did he want to confuse me?"

Freya took a deep breath and tried very hard to tell herself that she should stay gentle, at least have the manner that a champion-winner should have.

After breathing out, she smiled slightly. "OK. Be careful on your way."

She snorted in her heart, then hung up and took her clothes and shoes to change back.

In the end, Candy just came over to find Freya, hooked around her shoulder and asked, "How is it? Will you celebrate with the handsome Boss Scott, or celebrate with us?"

Freya bowed her head like a defeated ostrich. "He has already left."

Candy was surprised and then patted on Freya's shoulder. "Let him go. You still have us!"

Freya's lips lifted. "Let's go. Drink and eat and don't go home until we are drunk."

Candy mocked. "Didn't you quit drinking? Will you drink tonight? Does it actually mean we drink nothing and come home?"

"Let's go!" Freya's slim hand waved. "I am happy this evening. Drink!"

In fact, she just did not understand what Chris said.

"He came to the dressing room and said he was bound to get me, but then coldly said he had left. I got the champion of the week, but he didn't want to celebrate with me."

"Candy," Freya asked, "Don't you think Chris is the dog in the manger?"

Candy almost burst into laughter. "Freya, is it appropriate for you to be the manger?"

Freya realized it and changed the topic in time. "It's just a metaphor! What's more, if I were a manger, I should be the most beautiful one in history!"

Candy did not want to debate with Freya. After coming out of the elevator, she led Freya toward the parking lot. But suddenly, a crowd of journalists and photographers approached and surrounded them.

"God." Candy's eyes opened widely. "We need to call the guards."

"Don't call them." Freya stopped Candy. "This is the first time in my life that I experience the feeling of being surrounded by entertainment journalists. Let me be surrounded for another while."

Candy was speechless. Freya got what she had wished. They were densely surrounded by journalists and photographers.

"Miss Norris, you had such a serious accident on the stage, but you still got the champion. How do you feel now?" A journalist asked.

Freya lifted her lips. "Profiting from a misfortune, I am happy."

Candy protected Freya from being hit by cameras and at the same time noticed how she dealt with journalists.

Newcomers who had just debuted didn't have much experience. It was easy for them to get caught up in the issue of entertainment, and entertainment journalists also liked to get some news from newcomers.

"Though she's not popular yet. What if in the future she becomes popular and full of topics? In that case, we can make a lot of news."

But Freya's behaviors disappointed the entertainment journalists.

Thought it was the first time for her to be surrounded by journalists, she answered the questions very well. Her attitude was modest and polite. No one could find any point to blame.

Candy relived. She had thought Freya, who had such a character, would make the most troubles for her, than any other stars under her management.

But now, Freya proved herself to be the one who would make the least troubles.

While the journalists had no further questions to ask, a tearing sound broke the silence of the parking lot.

A headlight of the car came straight and attracted everyone's attention- it was a Lamborghini sports car.

It was obvious that the car came for Freya. The journalists were very interested but Freya could not restrain herself from an altered look.

Others did not know whom the fancy sports car belonged to but she was very clear about it.

Not surprisingly, the next second, the door was opened and Travis came out of the car with a bunch of red roses.

His figure was stretched by the light. The finely tailored blue suit dressed on him appeared a kind of casual but fashionable sense. With the exquisite Oxford shoes, handsome black hair, and a bunch of rich red roses in his hands, he looked like the Prince Charming.

As Travis walked over, the videographers turned their cameras to him. They snapped without any stop and bombed a new round of questions on Freya.

"Miss Norris, if I'm not mistaken, he must be the Young Master of the Clark Enterprise. What is the relationship between him and you?

In fact, the relationship was indeed complicated. Freya's father hoped that she could marry Travis. But her heart had already belonged to Chris.

Freya did not know how to answer and subconsciously moved closer to Candy. Candy took her hand and indicated that she should not be timid at this time.

It was at this time when Travis walked to the front of Freya. He gave the bunch of roses to her. "Congratulations, Freya."

Freya stared at Travis for several seconds and soon put on a smile. She naturally took the roses and patted on Travis's breast as if they were brothers. "Thanks."

Her attitude did not indicate any ambiguous affection. Entertainment journalists became curious. "Miss Norris, is Mr. Qin your friend?"

"Yes," Freya said and uninhibitedly hooked her hand around Travis's shoulder. "we have known each other for a long time. We are friends who can get along well. In addition, I get along well with his girlfriend too."

The curiosity of entertainment journalists was satisfied. Then they asked several questions but none of which had something to do with Travis. It was obvious they were not curious about Travis anymore.

Travis could only be remembered as a rich kid. But he was not a member of the showbiz. If there was no ambiguous affection between him and Freya, it could not be a topic. It was better to get more from Freya.

Several minutes later the journalists left, and the smile on Freya's face faded out.

She had a look at the roses in her arms. Before she started her next action, Travis said,

"The group of journalists may be lurking somewhere. Since you have said we are friends who can chat well with each other, we should disguise to the end."

Freya smiled again. "Just a bunch of flowers. It doesn't matter."

She said goodbye to Travis and took Candy's hand to get in the car. She directly threw the bunch of roses to backseat before fastening the seatbelt.

"The imported flowers." Candy sighed. "Such a large bunch costs almost 2000. Just throw it away?"

"It is yours. You can do whatever you want with it." Freya did not care at all.

"Poor Mr. Qin." Candy shook her head. "If the flowers were given by Chris, you would never allow me to touch it."

Freya said nothing but just looked through the window in a trance.

The event that Travis caused the loss of Chris's company had passed for some time. If it had been someone else, perhaps she would not have cared a lot.

But there was a time when Travis was her friend who she trusted most besides Joanne. Since he once had been important to her, she could not forgive him now.

Additionally, he always mentioned about marriage. Every time when she heard that, she wanted to turn the table over!

She had been busy being angry and had not noticed the flash on Candy's cellphone. The message jumped out.

After reading the message, Candy looked at Freya. She lifted her lips and turned the car to a famous bar along the river.

In front of the bar, Candy stopped the car and patted Freya who was absorbed in her thought. "Get off!"

Only then did Freya notice that the bar was the one where she used to meet with Travis.

She frowned. "Why here?"

Candy mysteriously smiled. "You will know when you get in."

Unexpectedly, the first one Freya saw when she walked into the bar was Travis, with a crowd of cheering friends behind him.

She subconsciously wanted to leave. But before so many people, she did not want to make Travis lose face. So she had only to glare back at Candy.

Candy coughed and turned back her head, pretending that she had seen nothing.

Her gang of disreputable friends swarmed over. They sprayed ribbons over Freya and cheered enthusiastically.

"Freya, congratulations!"

"You did a good job, Freya. I wanted to know what you were up to in these months. I know it now. You were busy in striving for a champion."

"The champion of the week is not enough. We should strive for the final champion!"

The crowd was enthusiastic. They were people in the same group who would see each other almost every day. Thus, Freya could not put on a long face. She took over the cocktail given by them and drank it up.

"Wow-" Others cheered even worse.

"Freya, Travis prepared the celebrating party for you." Someone pushed Travis to the front of Freya. "We have discussed that if unfortunately you were eliminated, this would be a comfort party. If you got to the next round with a low rank, this would be an encouraging party. But now, on behalf of Travis, I declare that this is a celebrating party!"

The cheers of the young almost turned the bar upside down. Someone noticeably came to toss a shot into Freya's hand, while a lot of people were waiting to take photos with their phones.

Freya resisted being drunk, especially being drunk with Travis.

"Would Chris be jealous if he sees me drinking with Travis?"

Thinking like that, she smiled and clinked her glass with Travis. "Thank you, Travis."

Travis smiled too. "You are welcome."

Freya raised her head, and poured down another cup of cocktail.

She did not notice that the young man and woman beside her looked at each other strangely and thoughtfully. They also cast ambiguous eyes at Travis.

She did not even know that this cocktail had something in it.