Just want to be a supporting role

The eighth step

After watching the video, he sighed, rubbed his red eyes, and cursed Verna and William in his heart. They were truly a pair of despicable lovers.

How many grievances had Tina suffered in the past?

She had never told him anything before.

Just then, Jack received a call from the company's upper management, informing him that they wanted to terminate the contract with Tina.

"Why?!" He completely didn't expect the company's reaction.

The person at the other end of the phone impatiently said, "There's no why. The company has the right to terminate the contract at any time. This is the company's decision. Tell Tina to come sign the papers in the next two days. Don't bother with her matters anymore and focus on managing Rose."

Jack was furious and hung up the phone in anger.

The female artist he was managing, Rose, comforted him, "Jack, actually, the company's decision is right."

Jack looked at her.

She continued, "Verna and William are currently popular, and their teams are very powerful. How can we compete with them? You can see from how quickly they can remove hot searches... If we really confront them, we might not win. They have more ways to deal with Tina... In this situation, it's better to let Tina handle it herself."

Jack fell silent.

Ultimately, the company didn't want to offend Verna and William. After all, they were a small company, and he was just an employee, unable to change the company's decision.

...

Before going to bed, Tina received a call from Jack. After listening to his apologetic words, she understood that the company had likely received warnings from the Hall or Brown families. She leaned towards it being the Brown family.

"It's okay.I'll find a chance to go to the company and sign the papers in a couple of days," Tina said comfortably from her bed, deliberately lowering her voice, making Jack, on the other end, feel even more frustrated. "Thank you for your care during this time. Don't worry, I'll handle it myself."

The more she said this, the worse Jack felt. He hurriedly apologized and hung up the phone.

After the call ended, Tina lazily yawned, pondered for a moment, and decided to try the effect of "drawing a circle to curse you".

"I want to draw a circle," she said.

The speaker immediately deducted 100 scream points from her, and then Tina saw her right index finger emit a gentle white light. Seeing this, she tried drawing a big circle in the air. The circle immediately formed, with words appearing in the middle: "Please silently chant the curse."

So intelligent?

Tina thought for a moment and silently chanted in her heart: "I curse William for having bad breath and constipation, and when he opens his mouth, he'll stink up Verna."

The words she thought appeared inside the circle.

The speaker: "......"

Two seconds later, annotations appeared below her curse:

"Curse range is normal. Curse successful. One circle has a 10% curse rate. "William will have persistent bad breath and constipation within 24 hours, but it won't stink up Verna."

The circle fluctuated and trembled for three seconds before disappearing.

?

It just disappeared?

How would she know if the curse was successful or not?

As soon as the thought flashed through her mind, a "screen" suddenly appeared suspended in midair, showing Verna and William.

At this moment, Verna's fever had probably subsided, and she was half-lying on the bed while William fed her spoonfuls of porridge, creating a very warm scene.

As the porridge was almost finished, William frowned.

"What's wrong?" Verna asked softly.

William felt a sudden heaviness in his stomach and a strong urge to relieve himself. He tried to hold it in but couldn't: "I'll go to the bathroom."

He placed the bowl in Verna's hands and stood up to leave.

Verna furrowed her delicate brows and caught a whiff of an indescribable stench, but it quickly dissipated, so she didn't think much of it.

Five minutes later, William came out of the bathroom, his hand still on his heavy stomach, his brows furrowed. He stood there for a moment before returning to the room. Verna had already placed the empty porridge bowl aside and was about to get out of bed.

"You just had your fever subside. Stay in bed," William quickly walked over and forcefully pushed Verna back onto the bed.

A pungent odor hit Verna's nostrils, making her stomach churn and her face change.

"Are you feeling unwell?" William, unaware of the smell, saw her unpleasant expression and leaned in closer, his breath brushing against Verna's face.

"..."

Verna immediately realized that the foul odor was coming from William's mouth. She held her breath, tilted her head back slightly, and barely managed to say, "William, what did you eat?"

William's face relaxed, thinking that Verna was concerned about whether he had eaten. He smiled gently and said, "Just porridge, the same as you."

He lowered his head and kissed those tempting red lips that he had been dreaming of.

As their lips were about to meet, Verna's face turned hideous. She couldn't hold it in anymore and suddenly pushed William away, nauseatedly vomiting all the porridge she had just drunk onto William.

William didn't move.

When she pushed him away, he clearly saw the disgust flash across her face.

However, his concern for his beloved overcame everything. William helped Verna up and opened his mouth to speak, but every time he spoke, Verna could smell the nauseating stench.

This repeated, with one constantly speaking and the other constantly vomiting.

Finally, Verna weakly said, "... Go away!"

William stiffened, gritted his teeth, and his face showed a hurt expression.

The door opened, and Jason was about to rush in when he saw William striding out. He asked in confusion, "William, what's wrong with my sister?"

William's face was cold and ugly as he replied, "She threw up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jason covered his nose and took two steps back, looking at him incredulously. Without thinking, the words in his mind slipped out, "William, why does your breath smell like s**t?!"

William: "..."