Her Precious Baby

Angeline arrived at the makeup room, where a renowned makeup artist was waiting to assist her. The makeup artist lavished praise on her, from her hair to her skin and overall appearance. It was obvious that the makeup artist was flattering her.

However, Angeline barely responded to her. Her mind had already flitted to the hospital, so she was not keen on conversing.

Angeline was occupied with scrolling through her phone while the makeup artist worked on braiding her dreadlocks, which would take some time.

The makeup artist looked awkward as Angeline ignored her. She looked displeased when a mocking voice belonging to a female sounded.

“Ms. Chance, don’t you know that Angeline is known for riding on men’s coattails to rise through the ranks in the entertainment industry? She loves acting like a prima donna. You attempted to communicate with her, but she may not even bother to respond since she appears to have a low opinion of you.”

Hearing that, Angeline stopped scrolling through her phone and lifted her head slowly. The makeup artist’s expression had gone rigid, and a look of revulsion crossed her features.

Angeline then turned to glance at the woman standing at the door. A flash of surprise appeared in her gaze.

She did not expect to meet Denise here, as they hadn’t met for some time.

What’s going on? Why is Denise here? Judging from her clothes, she’s obviously shooting the same advertisement as mine.

Denise sauntered up to Angeline, her expression full of envy and loathing. “Angeline, it’s been a while,” she said coolly.

Angeline’s expression turned wintry.

“It’s been some time since we last saw each other, but it seems you’ve honed your skills in spreading rumors. What do you want from me?”

Bending down, Denise gritted her teeth and whispered in Angeline’s ear, “What do you think? If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t need to stop filming The Journey! You ruined my reputation, so I won’t let you off the hook!”

“How childish. You were the one who ruined your own reputation,” Angeline replied coldly, her eyes boring into Denise as though the latter had gone mad. As they talked, she had already sent a text to the director’s assistant.

Soon, the assistant pushed the door open and came to them. He bore an ingratiating smile and asked, “Ms. Sorelle, what do you need? Just let us know, and we’ll try our best to satisfy you!”

Angeline stood up from her chair and glanced at Denise. Calmly, she asked, “I’m sorry for asking you to come here. I want to clarify something. Back when I signed the contract, it stated that I was the only spokesperson. Why is Ms. Campbell here?”

The assistant blinked in confusion. “Yes, we only signed a contract with you. We wouldn’t dream of going back on our word. Who is Ms. Campbell?”

Denise was only popular for a short time, so those who were new in the industry didn’t know who she was.

Angeline frowned and gave Denise a pointed look. Denise’s initial arrogance was long gone by now.

The assistant took one look at Denise and said, “Oh, you were talking about her. She’s your dancer. The director chose a girl group randomly, and she’s one of the members.” His voice dripped with disdain. “By the way, why are you here? Your members are practicing outside. Are you slacking off?”

“I… No!” Denise stammered. Her cheeks flushed, and she desperately wished for the ground to swallow her whole.

Denise intended to put Angeline in her place, yet she eventually suffered a humiliating defeat.

Angeline arched a brow silently. She was inwardly delighted but kept her cool to say, “Okay. Ms. Campbell is my friend, so I’d like to talk to her in private.”

“Oh, I see. Since you mention it, I will take good care of her. I won’t disturb you, then. See you later.”

The assistant immediately flashed a flattering smile and dragged the makeup artist out of the room.

only ones left in the makeup room. The atmosphere became

much that she managed through gritted teeth, “What do you want? I’m sure you’re thrilled to see

“You’re thinking too much.”

dreadlocks were styled, and she only

the lipsticks, selected the darkest shade, and

you’re no longer in my league. I wouldn’t waste time

her words struck Denise like a sharp knife,

a mask of rage, her fists tightly clenched and

thing wasn’t the argument itself; it was the realization that she was no longer

red hue gave her a sultry appearance. She let out

Denise was a threat to

back then. They also competed to be

and was forced to terminate her contract. Left with no choice, the latter had to

Denise, as the latter

say I didn’t warn you. Don’t mess up on set. If something goes

that Denise had previously employed despicable means

for her to give

and strode out of the makeup

took her some time to regain her composure to yell, “Angeline, you b*tch! Mark my

no longer concerned with Denise, as she realized Denise was all talk and no action. Therefore, she had

progressed without any major issues, but it was delayed due to the

off work. Being in the studio, she didn’t get to see the sky, so she had no idea it was

for a while. He is a busy person, and I’m sure he had to put his work aside for my request. How should I

changed out of her outfit, not even bothering to

so filming would be completed

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