*
Salma Lula hadn't even made it back to the banquet hall before a group of people emerged from the other side.
She immediately froze on the spot, her face revealing undisguised panic.
The banquet had invited several well-known authoritative media outlets from the industry.
Script auctions, with each quality script finding a home, naturally required the media to generate buzz, stirring excitement among fans and driving future consumption.
Topics that need such attention would never lack coverage from a few entertainment media outlets.
Feeling flustered, she tidied her dress and disheveled hair.
She stepped aside, intending to casually let them pass as if nothing had happened.
"What you said just now, is it true? Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"
Leading the group was a young man dressed in a waiter's uniform, followed by a gathering of reporters.
They excitedly pressed the waiter for answers.
The waiter looked troubled but still said:
