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she muttered in frustration. She tried calling her manager. No answer. She tried her assistant. Still nothing. Her phone buzzed again—an email notification. From: Soap Opera Producer Subject: Lead Role Replacement Message: With regret, we must inform you that you have been replaced as the female lead in the soap opera XXX. This decision was made in order to maintain production flow and protect the show’s image, which is currently under public scrutiny. We value all your contributions thus far. We hope you understand and accept this decision professionally.

When she squatted down to find the bath soap she liked, she realized that she had used up that particular brand of soap. "Hmm? There's none left?" As she reached out and touched the cabinet, she found that it was empty. She pouted immediately and said, "None left? Then what should I do? I'm used to that soap." The soap she was looking for was custom made for her. In fact, Brother Sean had asked a technician to design the soap according to her skin condition, which meant that Sean was the only one in the world who could supply that kind of soap. Now there was none left. She immediately picked up her mobile phone and called Sean without thinking twice.

With delicate, controlled strokes, she began to wipe his skin. Alexander’s brows furrowed. His obsession with cleanliness gnawed at him. “Use soap.” Serena paused. “There are too many wounds. It’s not safe right now.” “Figure it out. I want soap.” His voice was calm, but the command was unyielding. Serena clenched her jaw. Caspian was right—pretentious and picky. But she didn’t argue further. Lowering her gaze, she lathered a small corner of the towel with soap and gently cleansed around the less sensitive areas.

Miranda paused for a moment before continuing, "From the standpoint of being conservative, it's better to squeeze soap into some water and mix it. Then, use a sponge to wash the dishes. After that, rinse them with clean water, let them air dry, and put them away." "Is that so?" Sam listened carefully and followed her instructions. Just as he was about to dilute the dish soap with water, Miranda suddenly said, "Wait!" Sam was slightly taken aback. "Use hot water," she spoke. "Oh, alright!" They stayed back a little longer after tidying up. Both of them bid goodbye to Christine as it got late. "I drove here. Let me give you a ride," Sam offered. Miranda didn't refuse since the subway had alrea

Joel pulled the design draft straight out of his bag and handed it to Vivian. A smug look flashed across her face as she glanced at me. I let out a soft laugh. So whether I agreed or not, the outcome was the same. When I returned home from the hospital, I looked around at the memories I once shared with them. And I made a decision. I would erase everything related to me. Not a single trace left behind. The wedding photos on the wall, the carefully preserved family portraits—everything I once treasured—went straight into the trash.

I took a bar of medicated soap and a bottle of pills out of my bag. Jenny tensed up and tried to grab them, but I shoved her away. "These are the real reasons Jenny lost weight." I carried them through the crowd so everyone could examine them. "The soap softens fat cells. Bathing with it for two hours relaxes the fat cells throughout the body. When these pills are taken with it, they reduce the number of excess fat cells." I looked at Jenny as she glared back at me. "Am I right?" Her face was red with humiliation and rage. "So what if you are? Mom favors me, and she wanted me to have them!"

"Research soap ingredients. I need a research on soap ingredients. One that works for everything. We need people to be dependent on us." Her eyebrows lifted. "Soap? We're working with soap now?" "Yes." I moved closer to her, wrapped my hands around her neck. “Listen, we she to do this. Anything to bring investors back to us. And I've gone through socials and realized people are complaining about one thing—soaps.” "Oooh. So we're talking that chance?” "Exactly.” I said firmly. "I want real opinions." I pointed toward the notebook. "Talk to women. Ask questions.

But wait, why is he still so angry? "What else are you doing here? Do you have plans on watching me until I finish my bath?" my sarcastic question. I took the soap out of its container and started lathering myself up, regardless of Rage’s eyes on me. But unfortunately, I don't know why the soap seems to run away from me because it keeps falling. "Damn this soap!" I salt and honey with the fallen soap. But for the fourth time, it slipped from my hand. But before I could even find it Rage had already found it.