Chapter 140

Even if Emma wasn't interested in participating in a variety show, recent negative online comments made it a necessary step. "Legacy of a Healer" was a reputable program; appearing would be a good way to clear her name. After a party, Emma shared her thoughts with Liam.

He supported her, investing in the production of "Legacy of a Healer" and securing her a place on the team. Liam wasn't alone in his support; Sean called immediately upon hearing the news. "Emma, I heard you're doing a variety show. Is that true?"

Emma replied languidly, "Not really. It's just a guest appearance." While the executive director wanted her for the entire season, the time commitment was too much, so she planned on a single episode.

Sean said, "Emma, though I've never been on a variety show, I have considerable influence in the entertainment industry. If anyone bullies you, tell me immediately, understand?" Despite his busy schedule filming "Bell," Sean remained concerned for her well-being.

"I know, Uncle Sean. Don't worry. No one can bully me," Emma reassured him.

Sean remained unconvinced. "Emma, the entertainment industry isn't as simple as you think. Remember what happened to Celia... Just be careful." He paused, then added, "Oh, let me see the contract before you sign. I might know the show's boss; I'll get them to pay you more."

"Thanks, Uncle Sean," Emma replied.

With the powerful Liam of Troln City on one side and the influential Best Actor Sean, capable of shaking the entertainment industry with a frown, on the other, Emma felt surprisingly calm about her first variety show appearance.

A week later, Emma arrived at the production base. The program was live, with filming taking place in a heavily secured, closed-off area, with no visitors allowed. Liam drove her to the entrance, reluctant to let her go. "Call me when you're free."

Emma hugged him back. "Got it. Don't worry, I'll do my best." She playfully pinched his nose—a gesture few in Troln City would dare attempt. "Remember to watch me on television during the live broadcast," she reminded him.

"Definitely," Liam replied.

They lingered in each other's arms for a moment before a long kiss. The familiar scent of Liam's cologne filled her senses, igniting a warmth within her. Her face flushed crimson.

"W-wait for me. I'll be back soon," Emma stammered.

"Okay," Liam murmured, his voice deep, his eyes dark. "I'll wait for you to come back." The unspoken promise of recompense hung in the air.

Emma kissed his face and headed towards the base. Liam couldn't enter due to production rules, but Emma's belongings were minimal, fitting easily into a single suitcase.

Before she'd gone far, two young men in black work clothes approached.

"Are you Miss Wilson? I'm Timmy Hammond. Mr. Hall instructed me to assist you with your luggage."

The mention of "Mr. Hall's instructions" warmed Emma's heart. She saw Liam's car still parked at the entrance, seemingly waiting until she was safely inside.

"Thank you," Emma said.

"It's my job," Timmy replied enthusiastically, taking her suitcase.

As he led the way, Timmy described the area. "It's large, about 200 acres. Your room is in Building 3, the best VIP building. Room 3211, the largest single room, south-facing, and already cleaned."

"Thanks," Emma said, memorizing the route. She'd heard some variety shows housed participants together; Liam and Sean's influence had clearly made a difference. Not only did she have her own room, but it was in the best VIP building.

At her room, Timmy set down her luggage. "Miss Wilson, please rest. This is your schedule; the live broadcast is tonight. Thank you for coming so quickly." He handed her a paper.

Emma took it. "It's fine. Thank you for your help." She offered him a tip.

Flattered, Timmy readily accepted. "Thank you so much. I'm familiar with everything here. Just call if you need anything; I'll be available around the clock."

Emma nodded. "Sure."

After Timmy left, Emma surveyed her surroundings. The living conditions were excellent; filming felt more like a vacation.

She reviewed the schedule for tonight's live broadcast. As a science program, unlike typical variety shows, it didn't involve singing or dancing. This meant, however, that greater precision was required to avoid misleading viewers.

After preparing, a stylist arrived for hair and makeup. The executive director, unusually attentive, even visited Emma's dressing room. "Miss Wilson, since it's live, there's no script. Just be yourself."

He introduced their guest—a young boy with depression—and the other participants: a traditional therapist and Leon Mellow, a returning PhD. He placed a file on the table. "All the information is here. Please review it."

"Got it," Emma replied.

"I look forward to your performance," he said.

After he left, the makeup artist commented, "Miss Wilson, the executive director rarely comes backstage; he's usually very busy. He really cares about you."

"I suppose so," Emma mused, realizing Liam and Sean's influence.

"Miss Wilson, your skin is flawless..." the makeup artist exclaimed, applying a natural "first love" makeup look.

An hour later, Emma's makeup was complete. She looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with the exquisite, yet understated result—perfect for a doctor.

Finally, it was time for the live broadcast.