"Mason, I’ve been able to navigate this industry smoothly because of the opportunities and protection you’ve given me, but you can’t just erase my efforts and abilities."
Fiona Grantham retorted loudly, eyes red and stubborn.
She loves acting. Without formal training, without a degree, she can only work harder than others.
She spent three years playing bit parts, even if her acting was better than the leading actress, she could only be a bit player because of the word ’background’.
She’s grateful for Mason Bennett’s help, allowing her to go unhindered in the industry, but even so, she can’t let her capabilities be obliterated!
Mason looked at her, his eyes cold, unmoved: "So what?"
Those four words made Fiona unable to utter another word, her tear-filled eyes instantly shedding tears, and her throat ached.
"Mason, have all these years we’ve known each other been outweighed by just one month with Bella Green?" Fiona’s voice was hoarse, filled with extreme pain and humble expectation.
Mason furrowed his brows, looking at the pale, wavering woman before him.
"Fiona, as long as you don’t trouble him, we can still be considered friends."
Considered friends...
These four words made Fiona laugh, tears flowing even more fiercely.
"I hope you resolve the matters online as soon as possible. I don’t want to see any unfavorable news about him again."
The man’s tone was cold, issuing a command.
After he spoke, he turned and walked briskly toward the makeup room.
Leaving Fiona standing alone, staring intently at the man’s departing figure.
Those reddened eyes gradually lost their sadness, replaced by unwillingness and resentment.
Why, why must I be treated ?
Fortunately, the location was relatively secluded, alongside her assistant Ann’s intentional efforts, not many people noticed the situation here.
Thus, Fiona’s momentary lapse was not seen by others.
In the makeup room, Bella Green sat in the chair, her face cold, silent.
Beside her, the makeup artist watched her, unsure whether to start applying makeup.
Just stood there, busying herself with the makeup products.
Occasionally, she glanced at Bella with a gaze that carried scrutiny and depth.
That gaze, over and over, furrowed Bella’s brow and annoyed her, causing her to turn and look at the makeup artist.
"Had enough staring?"
Her mood was gloomy, resulting in a rather harsh tone.
The makeup artist’s expression turned slightly unpleasant upon hearing this.
"Are you getting your makeup done or not? I’ve got plenty to do, no time to waste here," the makeup artist said impatiently.
Bella’s eyes turned slightly cold; this makeup artist was originally Ivy Willis’s.
Later, when Ivy realized she couldn’t gain favor with her, she treated Bella with smiles and courtesy.
But today, she seemed to have become a different person. One didn’t have to think hard to know she had seen the news online.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I’m your exclusive makeup artist?"
Uncomfortable under Bella’s gaze, the makeup artist opened her mouth disdainfully.
"I really don’t know where you get the nerve to ride on the coattails of the actress Fiona Grantham. Do you really think it’s that easy to ride the wave of popularity?"
Upon hearing Fiona Grantham’s name, Bella’s suppressed anger instantly erupted.
"What does she think she is, qualified for me to ride her wave of popularity?"
The youth sitting in the chair curled her lips coldly, the words she spoke were extremely arrogant.
But her impressive presence made it difficult for anyone to question her words.
"You, you..." The makeup artist didn’t expect her to say such things, her expression suddenly turned unsightly.
"Ignorant, wanting to compare yourself with Fiona Grantham, without seeing the gap between you two, a leading actress and a minor bit player, you’ll just wait to be kicked out of the production!"