Translator: Nox

Chapter 20

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Yewon flashed a wide smile. TV sessions alongside her mother had taught her every detail.

Yeongeo blinked in astonishment. She hastened to blame those cozy viewings with Mom.

Everything circled back to aiding her uncle. He’d overlook the stretch.

Dropping Mom’s name melted his doubt instantly.

What guardian would grill a recently bereaved girl? Nobody dared probe how endless episodes etched facts into her mind.

He rubbed his chin. “Remarkable. Hwang PD’s broadcasts must hold no secrets for you—no primer required.”

Those specials funneled rookies toward stardom. Public eyes locked on instantly.

Still, GLEET’s pitch begged the question: her role?

Yeongeo leaned forward. “Pondering Yewon’s angle? Massive tie-in awaits. Hwang PD floated a childcare format toward GLEET.”

“I dropped how Doha boasts this~irresistible mini-me niece. He lit up, pushing joint screen time. Such fervor’s unusual—he adores Yewon’s energy.”

Dawn’s visit clicked for her now.

No way he’d fumble this windfall.

She mirrored that hunger.

A glowing panel materialized in her vision.

Child performer journeys ignite from humble moves.

Modern chaos spawns endless spotlight routes. Prioritize visibility? Seize this as your launchpad.

Urge Uncle Doha toward the family-rearing special.

Victory grants Hwang Jio PD’s spotlight boost.

Unlocks Drama ?? screen test slot.

Defeat erases Drama ?? screen test slot.

Intuition struck her cold. Hwang Jio PD’s brainchild rang familiar.

The blockbuster from prior eras.

Not GLEET then—Fix Orion snagged it.

That series vaulted the fledglings skyward.

Hwang’s sly lens amplified their sparks, igniting worldwide waves.

Her shot at that homegrown juggernaut? Seasons piled to five, rotating idol casts.

Fix Orion’s prize explained.

Her era demanded GLEET claim it.

His plea unveiled.

Yeongeo shifted gears bluntly. Kid gloves off, or he’d forfeit ground.

“Truth: Doha and Yewon thrive only via this. Supreme stage to broadcast your bond.”

Straw between teeth, she studied his poise.

GLEET’s stains would scrub clean too.

Key motive glossed.

Her core mission aligned perfectly.

Gaze tightened. Elite PD meant instant frenzy. Face time equaled instant fame.

Mere stepping stone for her.

Deal with a dealmaker? Counter sharp.

Drained pouch clunked down.

“Count me in! Uncle’s cause thrills me!”

Joy bloomed across his features. One small finger rose.

“Boons? Spill—puppets? Gadgets? Full park lockdown?”

Fierce denial shook her curls.

Eyes pierced true, dreams bared raw.

“Let me claim TV hero status!”

Heroine sense?

“Hone my craft into stellar leads!”

Known aspiration or not, timing jolted Yeongeo. Motive now?

Shock rooted him mute.

Ladle frozen, Weon gaped wildly. “Our CEO… Yewon addressed him?!”

“Enlist me under Uncle’s banner!”

Yeongeo’s chin sagged. Talent pursuit noted, yet toddler tactics stunned.

“Our firm specifically?”

“Uncle vouches your quality!”

Grin evoked Doha’s ghost—sharper edged.

Her barter eclipsed his steel.

Lips twitched upward deliberate.

Doha’s flawless echo.

Paired with improbable nerve.

Showbiz devoured the timid.

Full appraisal swept her frame.

Standouts: indelible looks, raw skill.

Features? Undeniable win.

Veteran gaze faltered. Doha’s allure transcended beauty—raw magnetism.

Miniature twin captured it: aura, gaze that swayed, smile sealing cons.

Lineage laughed at denial.

Sole hurdle lingered.

Tone probed deep. “Stardom demands mastery~? Leads own elite craft.”

“Bet on me. Reason follows.”

Breath held, stare unblinking.

Child pretense shattered.

Belly laugh erupted.

Blaze forged careers.

Flaws fixable via grind… child constraints eased lessons.

Doha’s debut echoed: predatory glint.

Twinned in her depths.

Familial toxin coded deep?

Specimen gold.

Palms united firm.

Weon floundered mid-leap. “Terms draft leisurely.”

“Grown-up print ritual?”

“Absolutely not! Seals curse chaos!”

“Boss trumps all, right?”

“Valid yet!!! Doha greenlights mandatory!!!”

Chaos swirled; Yeongeo’s focus laser-locked her.

Doha’s shadow paled beside this gem.

“Sealed. Breach Doha’s walls next—”

Stone visage loomed overhead, arrival phantom silent.