Capítulo 50: The Golden Ticket    

In the middle of styling Felice's hair, Cain was extra cautious, careful not to let his hands graze her skin.

"Victor told me you're aiming to be an idol," Felice remarked, her tone serious.

Cain froze mid-motion, casting a brief, wary glance at Felice. "That blabbermouth . . . ," he muttered under his breath, shooting a quick look at Victor, who seemed oblivious to the tension.

"Relax. He mentioned it while you were in the bathroom earlier. I think he wanted to help."

"How so?" Cain asked, his curiosity piqued despite himself.

"Because I'm the only one who can actually help you make it happen," Felice answered without batting an eyelid. 

Cain paused again, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her. "What are you talking about?"