She has been grappling with the recent murder of a staff member, leaving her in a state of deep sadness. Despite her emotional turmoil, she felt it was essential to greet Charlie and ire, who were VIP guests. Even afterpleting her task, she couldn’t afford to rx just yet; she needed to hurry backstage to brief Stefanie Sun about the situation.


    Meanwhile, outside the stadium, Gunbir was fervently pleading with a security guard. “I really know Miss Sun! I have something crucial to discuss with her, and I’m in a rush! Please, just tell her my name—Gunbir, the guy from the roast goose shop in Chinatown. She’ll definitely recognize me!”


    The security guard scoffed at his desperate ims, replying disdainfully, “Sure, and I suppose you’re the only one tonight who knows her? You’re the worst at this! How would Miss Sun know who you are?”


    Gunbir, undeterred, insisted, “I swear I’m telling the truth! If I’m lying, may I be struck by lightning! Please, just pass on the message!”


    The security guard pushed him away, exasperated. “Stop wasting your breath. Even if I believed you—which I don’t—you wouldn’t have the right to talk to Miss Sun. You really think too highly of yourself!”<fn89f6> Checktest chapters at find(?)ovel</fn89f6><h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Gunbir felt a wave of despair wash over him, realizing that this approach was futile. He needed a new n. He remembered that although Stefanie Sun was performing at the venue, she wouldn’t be staying there afterward. She would leave with her team, likely by car.


    His best course of action was to wait for her car to exit and try to stop it. Even if he had to dash into the road or block her convoy, he had to get her attention—Uncle Arman was counting on him!


    With determination, he made his way to the VIP exit of the venue, knowing that Stefanie would leave through that specific route rather than the general parking lot.


    At that moment, Charlie was driving ire out of the VIP channel. Seeing only one car leave, Gunbir assumed it was not Stefanie’s and didn’t pay much attention.


    However, Charlie spotted Gunbir standing anxiously by the roadside. Sensing something was amiss, perhaps at the roast goose shop or with Uncle Arman, he wanted to stop and inquire. But with ire beside him, he felt it wasn’t the right time. Instead, while waiting at the red light, he quickly texted Stefanie Sun, letting her know Gunbir was at the venue and might need to speak with her.


    Meanwhile, Stefanie Sun was in her dressing room, removing her makeup. Surrounded by a team of makeup artists, she was in the process of taking off her headgear and facial makeup when she decided to check her phone for a message from Charlie.


    Before she could even type her own message, she received one from him. After reading it, she quickly asked the nearest makeup artist, “Where’s Zuri?” Just then, Zuri entered the room.


    Stefanie Sun quickly said, “Zuri, please help me pick up someone named Gunbir at the VIP channel exit. He’s from Uncle Arman’s roast goose shop.”


    Zuri raised a hand, responding seriously, “Let him wait for a bit; I have something much more important to discuss with you…”


    Zuri then instructed the makeup artist next to Stefanie to leave the room. The makeup artists, understanding the gravity of the situation, promptly set down their tools and exited the dressing room.


    Noticing Zuri’s grave expression, Stefanie Sun asked with concern, “Zuri, what’s wrong?”


    Zuri approached her, visibly distressed. Unable to contain her emotions, she burst into tears, eximing, “Woooo… Stefanie… something terrible happened in the VIP area while you were performing… many people died… I’m so scared…”