Scolded unhappily by Sister Lisa, Elizabeth White stopped clamoring, tightly grasping the magazine, her clear eyes slowly narrowing, as if calculating something.
Climbing step by step from an unknown print model, without ever having been an extra or a crowd artist, and directly landing a third female lead role upon entering the film industry, Elizabeth White relied not just on a pure appearance and adapting to the rules of this world, but also on a calculating heart beneath this pure exterior.
The entertainment industry is never short of beauties, but those who possess both beauty and wisdom are rare, and Elizabeth White is one of them.
After some calculation, she suddenly let out a cold laugh.
She tossed aside the deformed magazine that had been in her grasp, looked at Sister Lisa, and said, "Sister Lisa, I need you to help me with something. Once it’s done, I’ll agree to anything you ask of me."
Sister Lisa gave her a faint look, "What is it?"
Glancing around to see that the staff on set were busy with their own tasks, Elizabeth White straightened up slightly closer to Sister Lisa, "Do you remember, before me, the little model Felix Shaw kept..."
Sister Lisa thought for a moment, then nodded, "I remember,"
Back then, Felix Shaw treated Frances as his darling for about half a year, as I heard, until he met Elizabeth at a cocktail party and dumped Frances to pursue Elizabeth relentlessly. Because of this, the two even had a dispute backstage at an event, with Frances accusing Elizabeth of stealing her sponsor, while Elizabeth mocked her for being incompetent...
The matter caused quite a stir, and it was Felix Shaw who intervened before Frances was willing to back down.
Elizabeth leaned over to whisper into Sister Lisa’s ear, who frowned disapprovingly after hearing it, "Is that even possible?"
Elizabeth coldly pulled the corner of her lips, "Whether it is or not, that woman needs to be aggravated a little."
...
The engagement party only ended just before midnight, and after seeing off various friends and relatives, Felix Shaw was ready to leave Mia Foster and a few brothers to go play cards.
"Felix, on a day like this, is it really okay for you to leave me alone?"
"What’s wrong with it? You’ve entertained for so long, you must be quite tired. Have a good rest at the hotel. See, even Second Sister-in-law went back."
Today was their engagement, so they booked a room at the hotel, but Felix Shaw only had thoughts of going to play, regardless of what day it was.
Mia Foster, however, refused to compromise, "Wait for me, I’ll change clothes and go with you."
Titus Zane left because he and Nathan Moore were long-time partners, and as for her, on such a joyous day, Felix Shaw actually wanted her to be left alone in an empty room, which she refused to accept.
Only after persuasion from Nathan Moore and a few close brothers did Felix Shaw agree to bring Mia Foster along, with everyone getting into their own vehicles and heading to the club.
Mia Foster was in high spirits, sitting in the back seat with Felix Shaw, clinging to his arm and resting her head on his shoulder.
Such intimate posture made Felix Shaw feel a bit uncomfortable, so he pretended he had to answer a call, forcing Mia Foster to move her head. No sooner had he taken his phone from his suit pocket than it actually vibrated. Worrying that Mia Foster might realize he’d just lied, he put the phone to his ear without checking the caller.
When he picked up, there was no sound from the other end. Felix Shaw frowned in displeasure.
"...Who is this? Why aren’t you speaking?"
After a few seconds of hesitation, the woman’s voice finally came, timid and seemingly hesitant.
"...Felix, it’s me...Frances, I know I shouldn’t disturb you at this time..."
Upon hearing Frances’s voice, Felix Shaw frowned impatiently.