Whispers Turn

Chapter 227 

All day long, Sherilyn had been at the dance studio, perfecting her moves. Daphne, the troupe’s director, had made it clear: in two days, Sherilyn was to perform for her. If she nailed it, the troupe would start rehearsing for the big 

showcase. 

By quarter past six, Sherilyn changed out of her dance gear, slung her bag over her shoulder, and hurried out. 

“Sherilyn, wanna grab dinner with us tonight?” her colleagues called out from the locker 

room. 

“Sorry, guys, I can’t tonight,” she apologized, glancing at her watch. She had a scene to shoot later that evening and couldn’t afford to be late. 

“Have fun without me! Bye, see you tomorrow!” With that, she dashed out. 

“Man, what’s with Sherilyn?” one of them mumbled. “She never hangs out.” 

“Psh.” Hannah, among them, scoffed disdainfully. “Well, she’s the golden girl, isn’t she? Ms. Hansen’s prized talent. Why would she bother with us?” 

When it came out that Sherilyn had suddenly joined the troupe, it set off a 

wave of comments. 

“I heard she was with RED Dance Troupe before. She’s really good.” 

“Yeah, I’ve seen her dance. She’s amazing…” 

“Hmph!” Hannah snorted, “Good dancer? As if any of us are bad. Seriously, would any of us even be in the Lightning Dance Troupe if we weren’t top–notch?” 

But deep down, they all felt the sting. Sherilyn had only been there for a few days and had already been chosen as the lead dancer! 

Naturally, not everyone was thrilled, especially Hannah. 

She had been groomed by Daphne from a young age, destined to join the troupe. Before Sherilyn arrived, Hannah was the star of the younger 

generation. 

With the troupe’s upcoming show, “Sea Breeze Swing,” adding a new lead role, 

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everyone assumed Hannah would be the chosen one. Then Sherilyn showed 

1. up. 

In Hannah’s eyes, Sherilyn had stolen the spotlight that rightfully belonged to 

her. 

“Prized talent?” Hannah sneered. “Or just someone with a sugar daddy?” 

Rumors had swirled about Sherilyn being sponsored by a wealthy man. 

“Isn’t that just selling herself?” 

“Shh!” 

A colleague quickly silenced her, “You can’t say things like that! Ms. Hansen hates gossip.” 

Hannah shrugged her off but stopped short of saying more. She knew if Daphne heard about her badmouthing a fellow dancer, she’d be out on her 

ear. 

But Hannah couldn’t let it go. She needed to do something. 

So, when Sherilyn rushed off one evening, Hannah followed her discreetly, wondering why she’d bother with public transport if she was so well–off. But then, as Sherilyn disembarked at a film studio, Hannah’s curiosity turned to intrigue. 

Donning a mask and cap, Hannah’shadowed Sherilyn into a production set, waiting until she reemerged in costume before snapping a photo with her phone. 

“Gotcha, Sherilyn,” Hannah smirked to herself, convinced she had the ammunition to bring her down. 

Meanwhile, Sherilyn approached Blake. 

“Director Blake, I need to discuss something with you,” she said.