Seeing Clara Quinn's expression, a mixture of rage and helplessness, the smile on Olivia Wynne's face grew much brighter.
"Actually, I'm quite pleased with myself."
Gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead, Olivia Wynne's stunningly beautiful face held a faint smile. The aura she exuded made her seem even more radiant.
"After all, I have commercials to shoot, the drama *Phoenix* to film, and I'm getting paid for it. Unlike some people, who can't get a role even if they offer to pay for it."
"Olivia Wynne, who are you talking about?"
Clara Quinn's eyes were red as she raised a hand to strike Olivia Wynne.
Olivia saw her hand go up and instantly grabbed her wrist. Then she gave Clara Quinn's hand a firm squeeze.
"If the shoe fits, wear it."
"You know, some people should have a little self-awareness. As for you... this is it. No more endorsements, no more roles, no more exposure."
