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They wondered why such a young woman could emanate such pressure.

Sylvia looked at the actors and actresses, who were leisurely and unprofessional.

She clapped and ordered, "Fall in." "Who are you? Why should we listen?" the girl who suggested changing the director muttered.

Her name was Mollie Gibson. Her grandfather was a retired general. Before he retired, he arranged for her to become Cody's assistant.

Cody's team consisted of several employees who used to work for Mollie's grandfather before, so he always took care of her.

Therefore, Mollie gradually became arrogant after many people fawned over her, thinking she was superior.

Mollie's voice brought Rosie back to her senses. She walked forward while gazing at Sylvia in disbelief. "Why are you here, Miss Andrews?" "Nice to see you, Rosie." Sylvia arched an eyebrow.

Before Rosie replied, she lifted the badge on her chest and added, "This is my badge. From now on, I'm the general director of this year's National Day gala. My name is Sylvia Andrews. | hope we can cooperate well in the following days." "Miss Andrews, why did you suddenly become the general director? You are so young. What can you do?" Rosie approached her.

On the surface, she sounded concerned, but her voice was harsh, so everyone on the scene could hear her words.

She also asked the question that everyone else cared about.

Sylvia cast her a glance with a faint smile. "Please remain offstage, Rosie. Mayor Cody invited me to be the general director personally. If you have any objections or suggestions, please ask Mayor Cody. None of you has the right to decide my job here." Looking at others solemnly, she continued, "You'll see what | can do soon." Then she looked over at the three mentors. "Mentors, | hope you all can cooperate with me from now on." "Yes, Director Andrews," the three mentors replied, putting away their amazement.

Sylvia looked young but with a strong aura.

Her single gaze made others fear.

Several girls kept checking on her outfits.

Some recognized that her sneakers cost a hundred thousand dollars, as they were limited editions for collection.

Usually, people would keep them at home instead of wearing them.

Her white sportswear was neat and simple, but it was from the latest gear in the coming autumn selections of an international brand from Igethi, which hadn't launched on the market yet.

Amazed, they could confirm that her outfits could be worth an apartment.

Although most actresses were from wealthy families, they couldn't compare to Sylvia.

While they hadn't calmed down, they were attracted by the group of people entering the studio center.

All of them were pushing shopping carts with several boxes in them.

People in the hall gaped at them, wondering who they were.

Some girls noticed the logo on the shopping carts and the brand on the boxes, feeling shocked again.

They recognized that the brand was internationally famous and specialized in producing dance shoes.

Rosie's eyes widened and almost popped out.

‘Sylvia Andrews is so competent. Why has she bought so many shoes?" Mollie was also shocked.

A few girls who liked browsing Twitter recognized Sylvia. She was Logan's girlfriend, wasn't she? They wondered if Logan had treated her so generously and envied her a lot.

Sylvia explained expressionlessly, "You are actors and actresses. Like soldiers who need to have good weapons, you need good dance shoes. They are all for you. Free." After she finished speaking, the men pushing the shopping carts distributed the shoe boxes to the actors and actresses.

They gaped at the boxes in doubt and disbelief.

Each pair cost at least 20,000 dollars.

When they opened the boxes, they saw black dance shoes.

Mollie snorted, "Are they fake?" "You can verify them if you like." Sylvia looked indifferent.

"They're real. I'm sure they are," a girl muttered.

Their mouths dropped open, including Rosie and the three mentors.

The new general director was way too generous.

There were at least a hundred actors and actresses in the studio center. Sylvia gave each of them a pair of 20,000-dollar shoes when they first met.

Although Mollie always thought she was from a superior family, she couldn't do such a thing.

That was why everyone was stuck dumb.

They were from different government departments, but their salaries varied. They had never expected Sylvia to prepare such expensive gifts.

"I look forward to your hard work," Sylvia added, "Please work hard to learn dancing and accomplish your team's program.” Inwardly, Mollie disdained Sylvia for showing off by spending her sugar daddy's money.

Right then, the boxes of the last shopping cart were opened. Sylvia ordered the men, "Please install them well. Put some here and there." She pointed at different places.

In confusion, the actors and actresses watched her.

When the high-end equipment was moved to different places, they could hardly believe their eyes.

Each piece of high-end equipment would cost at least several hundred thousand dollars.

They could tell the excellent functions and sound effects from the famous logo on the equipment produced by a top professional company.

"Is this woman here to show off?" a girl complained, feeling unconvinced.

"She spent Logan Mertens’ money. Look how proud she is." "She's just a shabby woman without any competence.” Although they accepted Sylvia's gift, they were not convinced.

"All right. I'll divide you into different programs. You'll be chosen randomly," Sylvia said while pulling a lucky-draw box out. "You'll draw your own role." Then she raised the name list of the actors and actresses. "There are 15 programs for the gala, which will be played for two hours. 5 stage shows and talk shows, 2 songs with dance, 6 songs, and 2 dances. You'll be assigned to the program upon the lots." Everyone lined up to draw the lots.

It took two rounds. Firstly, they picked up the program types. Then they drew the exact program name.