Eliza Fletcher never expected Aurelia Shaw to be so brazen.
Is there any celebrity who's not afraid of journalists?
Is it really so different to have someone backing you?
Thinking of something, Eliza Fletcher sneered sarcastically, "Ha, don't think that just because a rich guy fancies you, you can walk through this industry unhindered. You're just a seductress who caught his interest. Once he's done playing, he'll kick you aside, and you won't be worth anything!"
Her neck pressed against the edge of the sink, her voice was hoarse and breathing labored. Her face turned a liver-like color, her eyes glaring fiercely, devoid of any previous innocence.
Every time she spoke, her neck throbbed with pain.
"A rich guy?" Aurelia's brows furrowed slightly, detecting something odd in her words, "What rich guy are you talking about?"
