Upon hearing the name Samuel Gren, Bella Green’s eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. It turned out that, except for her, anyone could use Samuel Gren’s name as a shelter and protection.
But she, just she, couldn’t use those three words...
"Oh, don’t know him. Is he your sponsor?" Bella asked indifferently, casually.
Ivy Willis did not expect Bella Green to answer like that, and her face suddenly became as laughably colorful as a spilled palette.
"You, what nonsense are you talking about? Samuel Gren is my uncle, my uncle. Do you realize that with just one word from me, I can make it impossible for you to survive in Brocade City?"
"Really?" Bella responded, somewhat lost, staring into space, unsure if she was asking her or herself.
Whether Ivy Willis’s words had such power, she didn’t know. She only knew that in her past life, while she stumbled around the entertainment industry and faced schemes, Samuel Gren never stood up for her.
He even joined those who questioned, those who doubted whether she had engaged in any filthy deeds.
Seeing her expression, Ivy Willis thought she was apprehensive, and her mood lightened considerably. She laughed triumphantly.
"Of course, so you’d better apologize immediately."
"So these days, it’s not about relying on your father but your uncle?"
"Miss Willis, if you continue to delay my makeup, I can’t guarantee that something limited edition in your makeup box won’t break." Bella lifted her eyelids, her tone turning colder.
Mentioning Samuel Gren made her instantly lose interest in further tangling with Ivy Willis.
Looking at her eyeshadow box, Ivy Willis hurriedly closed the makeup box and distanced it from Bella Green.
This person is simply crazy. She didn’t want to joke around with her precious makeup because of a minor figure.
"Just wait. I will make you pay." Ivy Willis threatened viciously, then slipped away with her assistant.
Before leaving, she didn’t forget to call away the female makeup artist.
Looking at the suddenly vacant dressing room, Bella Green sat there in a daze, lost in thought.
It wasn’t until someone came to urge her that Bella snapped back to reality.
She chuckled self-deprecatingly, amused at how she still let the Green family mess with her emotions.
Taking a deep breath, Bella glanced at the stunning youth in the mirror and smiled.
She picked up her spirits and began to apply makeup herself.
Indeed, without a makeup artist, she chose to do her makeup herself. For this award-winning actress who had mingled in the fashion circle for years, makeup was just one among her many skills.
Moreover, her aesthetic taste was five years ahead of others, so applying makeup on herself was absolutely pressure-free.
After applying a simple natural makeup, Bella looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied with a smile, and then it was time to change into her costume.
The costume for the period drama was quite complicated, but fortunately, having filmed many historical dramas, wearing such complex clothes was no issue for her.
As for the hairstyle...
Since she had short hair, wearing a wig was necessary, but this task she couldn’t complete herself.
Thinking about it, she picked up the wig and left the dressing room, intending to find Xandria Thornwyk’s makeup artist to help put on the wig.
However, after looking around, she was baffled.
She didn’t know which was Xandria Thornwyk’s dressing room...
She only knew that Xandria played a palace role too but didn’t know her name...
Just as she was thinking about it, a slightly soft male voice came from behind.
[Chapter four ends, good night~]