Top Producer

[You're right! How could Patrick possibly like that old woman?]

I was not angry.

I still sympathized with his fans. They were now defending him everywhere.

But in the end, Patrick didn't say a word for them.

I didn't respond, but Jennifer was anxious and afraid it would be detrimental to the show.

However, with the controversies, maybe the ratings would be even better than when Patrick was there.

Hastings Studio called me again.

"Hey, Ms. Johnson, you've seen how tough the attitude of Patrick's fans is. And why did you let Reginald replace Patrick? He's not famous. Unless it's really like the comments online..."

I really wanted to say, "What the hell is it to you? Can you please take care of Patrick? If it weren't for him, would I have to re-record the show?"

But I could only say, "I'm sorry. I think Reginald is more suitable for whom I'm looking for."

My words angered the other party.

"He's a nobody. How could he be better than Patrick? Are you insane? I thought you were quite farsighted, but you're just a person who's attracted by appearance. You two are not really having an affair, are you?"

Then, she hung up the phone.

It further strengthened my determination to bring Reginald to the top.

The war on the Internet had not stopped.

On one side were Patrick's fans, and on the other side were Reginald's.

But the more they argued, the more popular my show would become!

Patrick's fans were relatively young and very aggressive, so I didn't dare to mess with them.

Thinking that Patrick's reputation would collapse in two years, I felt sorry for those fans who spoke up for him.

Well, song fans.

The contract with Reginald had been finalized, and the agreement had been reached.

Then, I decided to record it earlier to comfort my wounded heart.

I looked at Reginald in the dressing room, and I could see the high-spirited Patrick of the past in him.

"Reginald, remember! Pay the taxes you should pay, and don't sleep with whom you shouldn't!"

I patted his shoulder.

"Ms. Johnson, you've got to be kidding me."

Reginald turned and smiled at me, a clear and soft light appearing in his eyes.

Oh, he was so handsome.

If I were a fan of Patrick, I would support at least a few hundred idols. And if Patrick failed, I would switch to another one.

I arrived in advance at the shooting site first and checked the equipment to make sure everything was in order.

Jennifer put her hand on my shoulder.

"Isabella, is Reginald okay? I think this show will be criticized all year long."

I had made plans for the worst. It didn't matter if I got scolded all my life. It was better than working for nothing.

"Don't worry. Reginald's senses of variety are better than Patrick's. I think he will attract a lot of fans, and then there will be less criticism."

I was not trying to criticize Patrick, but he was just too pretentious. It was a variety show about playing games, but he had become too obsessed with being an idol.

I had never seen any artiste be so pretentious, trying to act cool even when playing a game.

I recalled his agent had told me that he would touch up his makeup after shooting every segment and that he also needed a certain angle when shooting.

In the post-production editing, we would add romantic plots for him, and other guests must also cooperate with him.

I had to stay up late to discuss with the editor how to make him appear in front of the audience in the most handsome state.

Of course, I had nodded frantically in agreement at that time.

People were all snobs. But I knew what would happen in the future. Did I still need to pretend?

After his scandal had broken, the first thing people complained about was that he had no sense of variety shows, which was evident to everyone.