Kenneth's voice suddenly rang out. "Why aren't you going in?"
After speaking, he walked in first. Reba frowned and had no choice but to follow.
"Lottie, this is Reba." Kenneth ruffled his hair and introduced them casually. "The choreographer for my other tracks."
"My sister."
When introducing Charlotte, his tone softened noticeably. "The choreographer for the lead single."
"I've heard so much about you."
Their eyes met. Reba stared at Charlotte with an unfriendly gaze, flashing a fake, tight smile. "I only knew you were an incredible doctor. I had no idea you could choreograph, too."
"Since Kenneth entrusted the choreography for such an important track to you, you must be amazing. If possible, I hope I can learn a thing or two from you."
It was dripping with sarcasm.
Hearing this, Reba's team exchanged glances, desperately trying to stifle their laughter.
It was hilarious.
Who would be teaching who?
"Oh."
Charlotte swept a cold glance over her, her face utterly expressionless. "There are a lot of things you have no idea about."
"As for learning a thing or two..."
The young woman's lips curled upward, and she coldly added, "Don't hold your breath. I definitely won't be teaching you anything."
*Won't teach, or completely incapable of teaching?*
*Just acting tough!*
"Anything else?"
Seeing Reba and her group standing rooted to the spot, Charlotte spoke up coldly.
"?"
Kenneth frowned and looked at Reba simultaneously, asking, "Yeah, do you need something else?"
He was clearly kicking them out.
"..."
Reba swallowed her bubbling frustration, forced a smile, and turned to leave.
As she turned, her gaze swept over the video playing on the laptop, the mockery in her eyes intensifying.
The lead single was a jazz routine?
What the hell was she watching?

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