Abel watched her with a narrowed gaze. He had a feeling that something was wrong. Either way, it wasn’t his problem. His attention returned to the stage.
White Bunny had already finished her performance. The audience applauded loudly. Abel strongly believed that she would make it to the top three. If she truly wasn’t signed to any label, he would try to bring her into his own.
He didn’t care about any secret rules or hidden games; he needed artists like her—ones who could touch the audience’s souls effortlessly. To him, such talent was priceless gold. All he needed to do was invest more money to make her shine brighter.
Now it was time for voting. He had already registered on the voting app built specifically for the Star Rising competition yesterday. To ensure fairness, registration re
