Rae Bennett drove to the dubbing studio, and just as the car stopped in the parking spot, she heard people talking outside.
"Why did you bring her in?"
It was Shannon Evans's voice.
"Otherwise, she'd make a fuss outside." That was Shannon's agent, Sophia Thompson.
Apart from the two, there was also an elderly lady next to the nanny van.
Shannon, wearing a mask, looked coldly at the lady: "Asking for money again?"
The lady was holding an expensive bag, well maintained: "Your sister-in-law is about to give birth, the house is too small, and it isn't enough with a child. We want to move to a bigger place."
"Do you think I'm an ATM?"
The lady was very dissatisfied, "It's just a house. As a star, you earn more than that with just a flick of your hand in any film."
Shannon had a bad temper and spoke sharply like a porcupine: "How much I earn from acting is none of your business, is it?"
"You are my child. It is only right and proper for you to support me with money."
