Chapter 4The "Pick-Me" Girl's Billionaire Fish Pond

The moment Noah appeared, the live chat viewership skyrocketed.

When I dated Noah, he wasn't famous yet.

He was just a clingy, puppy-dog teenager who ran a fever and held my hand, refusing to let me leave, whining and calling me "older sister."

Now, he's the top-tier pop idol, hailed as a once-in-a-millennium visual genius.

I never in a million years expected the second mystery guest to be him!

But now that we bumped into each other, I couldn't hide.

Before I could even open my mouth, Liam suddenly walked over and spoke directly to Noah:

"Ms. Quinn didn't bump into you on purpose. She's always been clumsy like this."

Me: "?"

Clumsy? Am I a gorilla?

Noah raised an eyebrow: "Is that so? Mr. Sterling seems to know Ms. Quinn very well?"

Sierra chimed in with a sweet smile: "Oh, when we were filming that period drama before, I saw Harper bringing soup to Liam at night. They probably got to know each other then."

Stealing my lines? I'm supposed to be the 'pick-me' girl here!

Noah heard this and pressed his lips together tightly. He lowered his handsome eyes and pulled out his phone, messing with it.

Sierra kept talking: "But Harper was just staring at Noah... hehe, is there a little spark there?"

Liam frowned and suddenly looked down at his phone too.

Immediately after, my phone buzzed.

Two iMessages popped up at the same time.

Carp - Noah: "You were forced to bring him soup, right? You couldn't possibly like an old man like Liam. Pair up with me for the show."

Trout - Liam: "You bumped into Noah because you were hiding from me, right? Noah is too young, he couldn't possibly be your type. Make sure you pick me as your partner."

My stomach tied in knots.

I felt a dangerous sense of being caught in a pincer movement.

Sierra leaned in close to me, acting curious:

"Harper, you look terrible, what's wrong?

"Carp Noah... Trout Liam... what kind of contact names are these?"

As soon as she finished speaking.

Both Liam and Noah snapped their heads toward me, their eyes sharp and probing—

Me: "..."

Girl, I'm here to be your foil, not your mortal enemy!