The set, inside the leading lady’s dressing room.
Isabelle Nightingale was wearing a Chanel lace gown, the V-neck revealing her cleavage.
She was applying that bright red crystal glossy lipstick in front of the mirror.
Ha, she finally dealt with that hateful woman Eva Nightingale. Isabelle made sure to invite the journalists last night, to give Eva a proper reception.
Ha, she’s surely got a hard time ahead, hasn’t she?
This time, she’s bound to fall from grace and won’t be able to rise again in this lifetime.
The show hasn’t even started filming yet and it’s already so popular, she must play the lead role.
"Eva Nightingale, you’re here? What happened to you? What’s wrong with your leg?"
"By the way, everyone’s talking about you fighting with your sister over Mr. Grant. What’s going on exactly? Is Mr. Grant your boyfriend now or Isabelle Nightingale’s boyfriend?"
The voices from outside came in.
Isabelle’s expression changed dramatically, dropping her lipstick onto the ground.
Hmph, damn it, how could that bitch Eva Nightingale have run to the set.
"Ha, Miss Nightingale?" Eva hurried to the set, and since it was pre-arranged that she was the lead role, she went directly into the leading lady’s dressing room.
What a surprise, Isabelle was inside.
"Miss Nightingale, the leading lady’s dressing room on the set isn’t public. Did you come to touch up your makeup and mistakenly enter the wrong room?" Eva mocked.
"Eva Nightingale, who are you trying to act all high and mighty as the leading lady?" Isabelle responded with an air of superiority, "Benjamin has spoken with the producer, and the script has been given to me. You are no longer the leading lady."
"You were kicked out of the house by Dad just yesterday, what right do you have to fight with me? Pack up your things and get out of the set."
Isabelle stood up, looking down at Eva.
Hmph, she had waited for this day for so long.
She was the real Miss Nightingale, and Eva had snatched her position for a full twenty years.
"Eva Nightingale, let me tell you, ’Love You to the End of Time,’ with a thirty million investment from the Nightingale Family and ten million from the Grant Family, all for promoting me, got it?"
"Dad got involved, and so did Benjamin. They all support me playing the leading lady, to elevate me to my rightful place!" Isabelle’s eyes showed a sinister gleam:
"You poor thing, you can’t even afford a decent designer dress, what makes you think you can fight with me!"
"Ha!" Eva stood in the corner.
Her gaze lingered on the brand-clad Isabelle.
Indeed, they were both daughters of the Nightingale Family, so why the vast difference?
Isabelle wore a Chanel gown, an imperial green jade necklace, branded bag, her cosmetics all top-tier international brands, and... Isabelle was even holding the car key to an Aventador.
Eva’s anger surged again.
That car was a birthday gift she received at eighteen.
Yesterday she was kicked out, and today Isabelle was flaunting her sports car around.
Ha, just the daughter of a mistress, yet she dared to be so arrogant.
"Isabelle Nightingale, as long as I’m alive, you’ll always be a mere servant! A disgrace born of a mistress, a pathetic loser!" Eva didn’t relent a bit.
The Nightingale’s billions in inheritance, why should the other side succeed?
They were the blood, sweat, and tears of her mother and grandfather!
And that car was a birthday gift from her uncle. Why should Isabelle, that foolish bitch, get to drive it?
Enraged, Eva rushed over and snatched the car key from Isabelle’s hand.
Isabelle refused to let go, and in their struggle, she slipped in her high heels and fell to the ground.
Her Chanel bag fell to the floor as well.
The contents of the bag scattered all over the place.
[Note from Liluoqingshang: There have been some edits, apologies if the connection isn’t smooth.]