Possessed No More: The True Star Returns to Claim Her Throne-Chapter 116: Demanding Compensation

Victoria Koenig’s legs started shaking again. A height of over ten meters... He loved his life too much for this; he never recklessly climbed high places, let alone a dangerous sport like rock climbing.

"Ria, I’ll just hold you back if I do that."

"You’ll be holding me back if you *don’t*. Hurry up and do what I say. Just close your eyes, and we’ll be at the top before you know it."

Victoria Koenig: ...

In the end, Victoria Koenig took an extra safety rope and attached it to Riley Perry.

Then, the two of them began to climb.

Victoria Koenig managed to keep up for the first two-thirds of the climb. Although he’d debuted through a talent show, he exercised regularly. He was young and strong, and with his dedicated training, his arm and wrist strength were decent. Besides, he was holding in a breath of stubborn pride. ’I’m a grown man; surely I can’t be worse than a young woman?’

And so, he actually managed to persevere almost to the very top.

His legs started shaking again. He didn’t dare look down, but at the same time, he didn’t dare climb any higher. He really didn’t have the arm strength to clear the two-meter overhang.

"Ria, I... I can’t climb anymore."

"It’s okay. Hold on tight, don’t move, and wait for me here."

With that, Riley Perry clung to the rock face like a gecko and scrambled forward. Reaching the summit, she gripped the cliff’s edge, her legs dangling in the air. With a surge of core strength, she flipped herself onto the top, then grabbed Victoria Koenig’s safety rope. "Let go. Relax."

Victoria Koenig: ...

’If I let go, I’ll definitely fall.’ He didn’t dare.

If Riley Perry hadn’t been worried that pulling him directly might injure his hands, she would have just done it. So, she could only coax him. "If you don’t dare to let go, then keep climbing. You’ve got a safety rope, nothing will happen anyway."

Victoria Koenig gritted his teeth. The truth was, he was out of strength—scared stiff!

After all, a height of over ten meters was just too high for him.

Even if he didn’t keep climbing, he wouldn’t be able to hang there for much longer. So he opened his eyes and started looking for another foothold, but in the next instant, he went weightless.

Of course, he didn’t fall. Riley Perry had pulled his safety rope taut, and then she hauled him onto the cliff top like he was a bucket of water.

[Riley Perry is so strong! She lifted Victoria Koenig like a little chick.]

[If Victoria Koenig flapped his arms a bit, he’d look even more like a chick!]

[Riley Perry’s finger strength, arm strength, and core strength are all incredible! No ordinary person can compare!]

[Look at Vick’s pale face. My heart aches for him.]

[Our Vick is the best!]

[Doesn’t this count as breaking the rules?]

[Rules my ass! Did the production team say teammates can’t help each other?]

[What a clueless idiot. Just kick them out!]

Victoria Koenig rolled on the ground for a moment, then said with a pained expression, "Ria, I’ve figured it out. By participating in this show, I’ve completely lost all my dignity."

Riley Perry laughed and teased him. "Dignity? Didn’t you lose that when you got on the helicopter? You’re just losing it one more time?"

Victoria Koenig: Ouch, a direct hit!

Meanwhile, in one of the other teams, Roxanne Fulton and Best Actor King were luckier. They had already obtained the third flag and were now busking on the street.

But their money-making journey was not a smooth one. Earning a thousand yuan per person in a single day was impossible with simple part-time work, and since they had no starting capital, their only option was to busk.

However, the two were far too famous and were recognized by fans in no time. Best Actor King could play the flute, and Roxanne Fulton had learned classical dance for a historical drama, so with one providing the music and the other dancing, they soon attracted a crowd.

The spot they chose to perform was the exact same place where Riley Perry and Victoria Koenig had set up their stall the previous night. A few of the sharp ones who had watched Riley Perry and Victoria Koenig’s performance had been waiting there since early morning. Upon seeing Best Actor King and Roxanne Fulton, they started snapping photos, posting on their social media, and checking in. Within half an hour, a huge crowd had surrounded the square.

As another song ended, someone in the crowd shouted, "Best Actor King, can you give me an autograph?"

"I want an autograph too! Me too!"

"Ronnie, I came here just to wait for you! I want a photo together, is that okay?"

The shouts were as loud as a tsunami. Anyone who didn’t know what was going on would have thought it was an autograph session for the two of them.

"That’s right! We all want autographs! You don’t have to perform anymore, we’ll just crowdfund for you and guarantee you’ll complete your mission."

"Why crowdfund for just two thousand yuan? I’ll give ten thousand myself! Ronnie, just give me an autograph, please."

The show’s staff hurried out to intervene. "Donations are fine, but no more than one hundred yuan per person." Otherwise, it would be a major violation of the rules. Nearly everyone here was a fan of the two. If people started giving ten thousand or eight thousand yuan each, the production team wouldn’t mind, but they were afraid the two celebrities would be accused of exploiting their fanbase.

As for why the limit was one hundred per person? It was simple: there were just too many people. With no limit, Best Actor King and his partner would probably need boxes to carry all the cash by the time they left.

This was the nature of filming a variety show; unexpected situations could arise at any moment. But that wasn’t the main point. They needed to quickly prepare a table and pens for the two guests, or the fans on site were likely to riot.

And so, the beleaguered Best Actor King and Faye began signing autographs in the square. They had no idea where all these fans were coming from. One wave finished, and another would arrive. Both of their wrists grew sore from signing, but the crowd didn’t shrink; on the contrary, it only seemed to be growing.

It wasn’t until nearly five in the afternoon that the two found an opportunity, grabbed their cash box, and made their escape.

By this time, Riley Perry and her partner had already obtained the fifth flag, spent the better part of the day wandering outside, and returned to the hotel, where Director Warren issued them a new task.

"Say that again. What does Director Warren want us to do?"

Director Warren’s assistant said sheepishly, "Director Warren wants you to personally cook a full spread."

"I’m already at the hotel, why do I have to cook myself?"

The assistant seemed helpless as well. His own director was indeed a bit of a handful. "Director Warren says if you don’t listen, he’ll dock your prize money!"

Riley Perry actually rolled her eyes right in front of the camera. ’I really want to give him the finger right now.’

"Where’s Director Warren? Take me to him!"

The staff member, who loved a good spectacle and didn’t mind fanning the flames, led Riley Perry to the broadcast control room without a second thought.

"Director!"

Director Warren, who had been leaning back in his chair and resting with his eyes closed, was jolted awake by the shout. "What’s all the shouting? Trying to summon my soul?"

Riley Perry strode into the room. "Director, don’t you think it’s time we settled the score for the past few days?"

Victoria Koenig, who had followed her in, chimed in, "That’s right, settle the score!"

Director Warren looked at Riley Perry, bewildered. "...Settle what score?"

The cameraman, Jenson, cleverly moved forward, nearly shoving the camera right into Director Warren’s face.

"First item on the list: making me ramble on and on for the camera every day. You have to compensate me for that!"

Victoria Koenig: "We want compensation!"

Director Warren: ...

"Second, you deliberately switched our team’s exchange card so we had nothing to eat. We need compensation for that!"

Victoria Koenig: "We want compensation!"

Director Warren: ...

"We’ve been working all day and we’re completely exhausted. If it weren’t for my incredible willpower, I’d be collapsed on the floor by now. And you still want me to cook? You definitely have to compensate me for this too!"

Victoria Koenig: "Give us compensation!"