The moon floats in the night sky, the sea reflects the afterglow.
Clara Sutton leans on the sofa, casually flipping through the script she's already gone over three times. Her face is cold and stern as she recalls the proud and aloof female voice on the other end of Sebastian Astor's call.
A wave of frustration rises within her.
She's never been one to get jealous, but with Violet Nee, it's a different story.
Maybe it was the subtle hostility Violet Nee showed her during their first meeting that made her uneasy, or perhaps it was the childhood friendship and admiration shared between her and Sebastian that stirred discomfort in her heart.
Thinking about this, Clara Sutton closes the file and tosses it onto the table. Her peripheral vision sweeps over the phone on the table, hesitates for a moment, then picks it up to open WeChat. She discovers a notification in her Moments, showing Violet Nee's profile picture.
