Everyone knew well enough that Angelina was given
the opportunity because of her outstanding performance. But some still talked bad about her
despite knowing their skills couldn‘t be compared
to hers, thinking she must have gotten the opportunity by using dirty means. Just like Stella, she was b
eing gossiped about behind her back.
“I can‘t believe that Bradley has a thing for them. Normally on set, nothing suspicious happens, but he i
s now alongside the lead actors...”
“They have quite the skill!”
“Right! Now that they‘re serving the same man, let‘s see how close they‘ll get to each other.”
Such gossips were a norm within the entertainment circle.
It was as if some people were solely born to think of the worst of someone else.
Although Stella was accustomed to the situation, she still felt a little uncomfortable.
* When Angelina saw the look on her face, she tried to comfort her. “Don‘t care what they say and just
keep moving forward. As you move forward, many will stab
you from behind, but they would slowly get
smaller. There will always be people who will talk about you, and it‘s not something you have to be con
cerned about.”. Stella understood her friend and flashed her a smile.
“By the way, do we need to do anything before going to the gala?”
“Have you bought a dress?” Angelina asked.
Stella shook her head.
“How about we go shopping after the shooting?”
Without thinking, Stella agreed.
But after calming down, she remembered that Weston would usually send his driver to pick her up.
After some hesitation , she said to Angelina , “Give me a second. I need to make a phone call.”
She went to a corner and called Weston.
“I want to go shopping with a co–worker on set...”
“Is it a man or woman?” came his teasing voice from the other end of the call.
“Of course, it‘s a woman.” She didn‘t think
that he would ask such a childish question. “If it‘s a guy, do you think I would dare to tell you?” “So,
you do plan to go out with a male colleague?”
Weston
stood on the balcony and his back look huge and strong He just finished singing a few important docum
ents, and there was a smile in his eyes.
The workers in the office felt that his mood had lightened up lately despite
his face showing barely any emotions, but he didn‘t seem that depressed anymore.
Weston was very satisfied last night, so he agreed to her request.
But not without giving her a time limit. “Be home before nine.”
Stella swiftly agreed.
After a moment, Guinevere called him.
His eyes gradually darkened, and he picked up the call without emotion.
He was as cold as always.
Guinevere was used to him being this way. “There‘s a gala next week. Are you interested in coming?”
She asked him like usual.
* Such banquets usually required guests to bring along a female companion. If he attended it, she
would have to go along as well, as she was his wife.
Weston rubbed his forehead with frustration. “I‘ve never been interested in events like that.”
As if she had long guessed his answers, she sighed and said, “I‘ll go with someone else then.
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