Even her face was gradually turning crimson.
It looked as if she had become drunk.
Evelyn Sherman's hand gripping the chopsticks suddenly tightened.
"I'm feeling a bit hot. I'll go to the restroom to wash my face and be right back. You eat first." Evelyn quickly stood up and left the private room before Ella Jackson could react.
"Evelyn..." Ella was about to follow her, but Clara Sanders spoke before she could.
"Ella, you seem to care a lot about Mr. Sherman. Do you know him?"
"..." Ella was taken aback by the question and looked at the curious eyes of the film crew members before pulling out a forced smile, "We're in the same theatre group, so of course, we know each other."
"Seeing you two sticking together all the time, I thought you were old acquaintances." Clara hinted coyly.
"We do get along quite well." Ella's palm clenched as she cautiously responded to Clara...
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In the restroom.
Evelyn splashed water on her face, which helped her regain some clarity.
