Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 200
Elva knew that Juliet and Sarah were close, so Elva didn’t bother being nice to her and replied rudely, “Mind your own business. I
guess you’re still in the dark. The host will announce that Sarah has to drop out of the competition if she cannot make it here by
the time the show starts.”
Juliet widened her eyes in shock and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only ten minutes before the opening.
Just then, the host came in for a few final touch-ups before opening the show.
Elva was a little anxious that Sarah might arrive soon. She urged, “Should we start now? The audience must be anxious to see
us.”
“Certainly not. We need to follow the schedule,” Juliet interjected hastily.
Elva stepped forward and insisted, “Hear me out. It will be a pleasant surprise for the audience. They always wanted to see more
of us.”
“That is bullshit!” Juliet lashed out. She was annoyed but helpless. Elva was the most famous star in the room, and no one dared
to offend her.
After some thought, the host finally agreed to start the show ahead of schedule.
“Please wait a little longer. Let’s start the show on time. Sarah will be here soon,” Juliet pleaded. She tried her best to change his
mind as the host was busy adjusting the microphone.
Elva laughed at Juliet’s persistence and sneered, “Why are you trying so hard? Sarah already quit.” @

“You’re wrong. I’ll definitely compete,” a voice called out as the door of the dressing room opened. Betsy appeared through the
door first, followed by Sarah, who had been missing for a few days.
“Sarah, you’ve finally arrived!” Juliet exclaimed with delight.
The host’s heart was also pounding with relief and nervousness.
The thought of something going wrong if he started the show ahead of schedule weighed heavily on the host, as _ the
responsibility for any mishaps would fall solely on him.
As an emcee, the worst thing that could happen was the unexpected. A single misstep could mean the end of his career. @
And with the added pressure of it being a live broadcast, there was no room for error. Every moment had to be perfect.
Elva sneered at Sarah, her expression turning hostile. “Weren’t you hiding? Why bother coming to the final if you just want to
make a fool of yourself?”
Juliet wouldn’t stand for it. She shooed Elva away and took Sarah by the arm, leading her inside. “We don’t have time for this.
Let’s get you in makeup.”
Elva watched with folded arms, her sneer spreading across her face as if she were relishing a grand performance.
“Makeup artists!” As Juliet called for the attention of the idle makeup artists, they all averted their gaze and remained motionless,
clearly intimidated by the sinister glare on Elva’s face.
The atmosphere was tense, as no one seemed willing to step forward and offer their services to Sarah. @

“Elva, your makeup is done. You don’t need all these makeup artists for yourself, do you?” Betsy fumed, her anger directed
toward the haughty young woman.
With four makeup artists and two stylists at her disposal, it would have been easy for Elva to spare one or two for Sarah.
But instead, she lifted her chin with disdain and retorted, “I never share my people. And who are you to tell me what to do?
You’re just an assistant.”