Finished

All the celebrity guests bhad /btaken the stage–except Easton. He was meant to be the final surprise; the grand finale.

Just when the audience thought the reveal segment was over, Taylor gave a mysterious smile to the camera. He waved bhis /bhand and said, “Not done yet. One more friend still hasn’t shown up!

Thements exploded with question marks.

“There’s moreb?/b”

“Who could be so big that they’re saving them forst?”

“If it’s not ba /bmegastar, this mystery act is just clickbait.”

“Unless it’s Easton, I won’t be impressed.”

“No way it’s Easton–he barely does variety shows.”

“Let’s be realistic. Maybe it’s that rumored film queen?”

“Don’t tease us like this. I’m dying to know. Who is it?”

“Who the heck needs this much build–up? Don’t tell me it’s some producer’s pet project.”

Easton saw Taylor waving him over. He gave a faint smirk and walked over slowly, unhurried.

He still had on his casual denim jacket, a pair of stylish ck sunsses perched on his nose. Just like bthat/b, Easton swaggered binto /bframe.

He pulled down his sunsses slightly to reveal his bright, dark eyes, his brows arching just a little. Then, with a bcool /bir, he gave the camera a small wave.

Thements section went nuclear–question marks and exmation points flooded the feed.

“Am I seeing things? Did I skip lunch and start bhallucinating/b? Is that him?”

“What the heck!”

“Oh my god, it’s really bEaston/bb!/b”

“That’s Easton!”

“The production team really outdid themselves–how’d theynd Easton?”

“The secrecy was insane. I follow his schedule religiously and didn’t catch a bhint/bb!/b”

“I’m gonna faint. I must be dreaming–this is too good to be true!”

“Totally worth the wait! They got Easton!”

Chapter b83 /bThe Stars Arrive

Finished

“Easton is too good–looking. I don’t even care about the show–I’ll just watch him every day and drool.”

“Waving at the camera like that should be illegal, Easton! Actually, never mind–do it more. I’m obsessed.”

“So the final reveal was Easton… fair enough. He’s worthy of the finale.”

“It’s just Easton in my heart now. No one else exists.”

With the final reveal, all the celebrity guests had taken the stage. At that moment, nearly everyment in the livestream was just one name, Easton.

Meanwhile, iBehind /ithe Spotlight exploded onto Twitter’s trending list.

“Easton” and “Behind the Spotlight” shot straight to the top two spots. Other guest names also cracked the top ten–one single variety show had taken over the whole tform.

“The show’s live? Easton’s in it? I’m locked in.”

“Easton, here Ie! Someone drop a stream link!”

“The production team really splurged. This cast is crazy expensive.”

“Wow, I’m going to watch now!”

“Easton rarely does variety shows–I have to support this one!”

“I’m super happy with this lineup. Props to the team–they know what they’re doing.”

The stream continued.

Next up was the introduction of the regr contestants.

Jean stood under the tree a short distance away with the other civilian guests. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting straight down on all of them.

It bwas /ba little too bright.

Jean squinted instinctively.

Julia bstood /boff to her right, separated by a few people.

There were as many regr contestants as there were celebrities to match with.

They were all around the same age–young, and visibly nervous.

Besides Jean and Julia, there were several boys and girls the show had found from who–knows- where. They stood in a neat line, waiting for instructions from the crew.

12:55 PM

Chapter 83 The Stars Arrive

make a good first impression.”

Jean was scheduled to gost.

Finished

She watched as the others walked toward the camera, shifting her ankle a little out of boredom.

She wasn’t all that interested in the show itself. She was only here because of the contract–she was getting paid to show up.

She already had a n, once the show officially started, she would fully embrace thezy strategy.

No fighting, nopeting, no spotlight. She’d stay chill and enjoy herself; let Easton handle all the hard work.

Honestlyi, /ithat sounds perfect. Just wait, Easton–iyou’re /iabout to ibe /iimy /iipersonal /iassistant, heh. Jean nearlyughed at the thought.

Finally, a staff member tapped Jean on the shoulder, signaling it was her turn.

She walked forward casually, the camera creeping closer and closer.

Atst, she stepped into full view and offered a rxed, confident smile.

“This regr contestant looks so lively–I like her!”

“Wait… why does she look familiar?”

“I think so too. Where have I seen her before?”

“Wasn’t she the breakout star in Glory iof /iHope iCup/i? The one who yed na?”

“Yes! That’s her! I didn’t recognize her in this outfit!”

“It’s really her! I loved her bas /bna!”

When the Larily treats the Babe Heiress Mod