Clara Sanders' face instantly turned ugly, pointing at Evelyn Sherman's nose and cursing.
"At least I'm better than you. You tried to get close, but Mr. Chester wouldn't even give you a glance." Evelyn Sherman laughed and said, word by word.
"You..." Clara Sanders was choked and couldn't speak.
What happened yesterday was utterly humiliating for her.
Now in the film crew, wherever she appeared, she could hear people talking behind her back, whispering about how she threw herself at Mr. Chester, but he didn't want her.
Now, as Evelyn Sherman said it so directly, Clara Sanders' exquisitely made-up face twisted.
Just about to explode, she was immediately held back by her manager.
Clara Sanders' manager cautiously whispered something in her ear, and Clara Sanders endured it, glaring at Evelyn Sherman. She walked past her towards her own lounge.
As soon as she entered the lounge, she immediately swept all the bottles and jars on the dressing table to the ground.
