So, does this mean she's decided to occupy her makeup room?
Outside, there was Gabriel Blake's name proudly displayed, and no one had come to change it. Did Ivy Willis really think she was that easy to bully?
Bella Green didn't get upset; she gently fiddled with the small lock on the massive makeup box on the table and smiled slightly.
"It's not right to occupy someone else's nest, especially without consent. That's the behavior of a bandit, wouldn't you say?"
"Who are you calling a bandit?" Ivy Willis shouted angrily.
She couldn't believe this little extra had the guts to talk back to her like this.
"You just got lucky and landed this role. Do you really think you're something special? Believe it or not, a word from me and you're out of the crew."
Ivy Willis sat with her legs crossed, her chin almost pointed to the sky, the familiar arrogance on full display.
How many times had she seen this dismissive posture in her previous life?
