"Keep a close watch on our cheongsams. Make sure nothing goes wrong," Holly Sinclair instructed in a low voice.
"Okay," Joanna York nodded.
...
「In the lounge area.」
Holly Sinclair finished a phone call and was about to head backstage when she saw Vivian Linton walking toward her.
Her good mood instantly evaporated.
She turned to leave.
"Holly."
But Vivian Linton hurried forward and blocked her path.
"Piss off!"
Holly snapped, her voice cold.
A chilling frost filled her gaze.
The smile on Vivian Linton's face froze. With a wounded look, she reached for Holly's hand. "Holly, please don't be like this. I really want us to make up and be friends again, just like before..."
Holly Sinclair slapped her hand away.
Her brow furrowed in disgust. "Vivian Linton, there's no one else here. Drop the act. You make me sick!"
The smile on Vivian Linton's face vanished completely.
She finally dropped the facade.
Her entire demeanor changed in a flash.
