Emily knew what Olivia was up to. She took a step back. "Don't look at me, I'm not going to go annoy anyone. Lucas has his own makeup artist. I can't go and disrupt someone else's work." "Oh, come on, just give it a try. I think you're right!" Emily instinctively wanted to run. Although she acknowledged her talent for makeup, she didn't believe she could compare to a professional makeup artist. During car shows, there were many models, and their makeup was relatively uniform, so the job didn't require stringent skills. But dealing with a star was different, especially with Lucas being the hottest male celebrity—any flaw in his makeup would be heavily scrutinized. Most importantly, she wasn't getting paid for this job today. She was becoming more practical. Today, she was just accompanying Olivia to the concert; she didn't want to work without pay and face criticism. Emily continued to retreat, and Olivia reached out to grab her, but Emily dodged away. "Hey, Emily, where are you going?" Emily had already moved quite far away. "Today, I just want to be an ordinary audience member. I'm going to the seating area." Olivia waved her hands urgently. "You're going the wrong way! That direction leads to the VIP room!!!" However, her voice quickly got drowned out in the sea of people. With the concert approaching, all backstage staff were busy. Of course, the main focus was on Lucas, but there were also many backup dancers needing makeup and styling. It wasn't just the performers; even the behind-the-scenes lighting and sound crew were on high alert, not allowing any room for error. "Oh my goodness, Olivia, where did you run off to? Come help, we're running out of time." The speaker was Amanda, Lucas's agent—a senior agent at Starlight Entertainment. She had nurtured many famous stars and held a high position in the entertainment industry. Currently, she was grooming Lucas, and she was also Olivia's leader. Olivia quickly entered the backstage area to start working. But Emily wasn't foolish. She would soon realize she had gone the wrong way and found her way to the seating area. "Amanda, what can I do for you?" Amanda furrowed her brow slightly. "Do... do you know how to do makeup?"Olivia was taken aback. "Amanda, look, I only do simple makeup for work every day. I'm really not good at makeup!" Amanda looked worried. "We have too few makeup artists today. This concert is very important; we absolutely cannot afford any mistakes. We can't have the dancers going on stage without makeup, can we?" Olivia didn't quite understand. "Amanda, I remember we have eight makeup artists. Why can't I see them now?" Amanda angrily exclaimed, "They're not here. Today, some big shots came and forcefully borrowed our makeup artists. They have a large group of reporters with them, and I can't refuse them in front of the cameras. I feel like they're doing this on purpose. We're all busy preparing for the concert, and they deliberately took our makeup artists at the most critical moment. Damn it!" Listening to Amanda's explanation, Olivia quickly understood. The celebrity who brought along a large group of reporters was none other than Sophia. Olivia's eyes lit up. "Amanda, I have a friend who's really good at makeup. Can she come and help?" As soon as Amanda heard this, she nodded eagerly. "Sure, hurry, where is your friend?" "Oh, she went to the seating area to prepare to watch the concert." "Oh my God, go and bring her here quickly. If she can help, I'll pay her a satisfactory fee." Olivia understood the implication behind Amanda's words. If Emily's makeup work satisfied her, she wouldn't skimp on paying Emily. Olivia nodded busily. "Okay, I'll go get her right now!" Amanda quickly stopped Olivia, "Hey, weren't you going to the audience seats? Why are you heading to the VIP room?" "Oh, my friend just went the wrong way. She thought she was going to the audience seats but ended up in the VIP room. The VIP room is closer, so I'll go get her." Amanda became flustered upon hearing this, "Hurry up and find your friend. That troublesome celebrity is in the VIP room..." But Olivia didn't hear this last part; she had already left. When Olivia entered the VIP room, she was taken aback.In the VIP room, Sophia was dressed in Chanel, sitting in front of a makeup mirror surrounded by several makeup artists styling her. Nathan was sitting in the corner of the sofa, looking bored while flipping through a magazine. Emily wasn't there. "Olivia?" Nathan was the first to notice her. "What brings you here? Is Emily here too?" Olivia replied irritably, "That's none of your concern. Emily can go wherever she wants. I really don't understand. If you want to show off, why not hold a press conference? Why do you have to come to Lucas's concert to make a scene? The number of makeup artists is fixed. Sophia, you think you're some kind of star needing four makeup artists to attend to you?" Olivia's tone wasn't friendly, and Nathan furrowed his brow. Olivia had always had an unfavorable attitude towards him, which worsened after he divorced Emily. Now, Olivia almost treated him like an enemy. Emily didn't have many friends, and Olivia was her best friend—Nathan was aware of this. He also knew about Olivia's fiery temper. She was venting her anger for Emily, which made Nathan understand her frustration. Moreover, he had no intention of arguing with a woman backstage. Nathan stood up and explained to Olivia, "I didn't come here to cause trouble intentionally. We came here because of a friend's invitation." "A friend?" Olivia looked suspicious. "You have friends in the entertainment industry?" Sophia overheard their conversation and smiled slightly, turning back to them, "It's Chloe. Chloe is my college classmate, a famous model, and also a special guest at Lucas's concert. She invited me to watch the show."