Chapter 2093

Meanwhile, Giselle’s home was in total disarray. The candlelit dinner she had meticulously prepared in anticipation of Balfour’s arrival had become a joke.

That old hag had dashed all her hopes!

Had it not been for the old woman’s meddling, she was certain that Balfour would have seen her message and come rushing over!

“I know Balfour has always carried a torch for me. He must have… Just wait, Balfour; I’ll clear all the hurdles in my path, even if it means dealing with your kin. They won’t escape my wrath!” She seethed, clenching her teeth.

Wine stains from the bottle she’d hurled in frustration dribbled down the wall, framing her vengeful expression in a sinister tableau.

Giselle’s face was swollen the next day when she arrived at the film set.

In the dead of night, fueled by anger, she had downed an entire bottle of red, a futile attempt to drown her sorrows, her eyes bloodshot and weary.

get

beside herself with frustration. Was Giselle really going to shoot today’s scenes in this state? She might as well be

some ice and a raw steak. “You’ve got half an hour before the first scene. Pray that the ice can take down some

was still fuming about last night’s

fathom what Alyssa saw in Ivy. Why protect her so

the identity of the woman who had gained

underestimated Ivy’s cunning. The woman had curried favor with the old matriarch early on, ensuring that Balfour would have to consider his family’s feelings

wrapped around Ivy’s

gulped down the espresso her agent handed her, a ritual she followed every time she

a pancake, a sight even she could not stomach.

was thunderous when she finally got in front of the camera. He did

am I supposed to shoot this? Hmm? I’m filming a youthful beauty, not an alcoholic!” The assistant, numb from the scolding, was coming to terms with the true nature of his job: to be everyone’s

there and

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