When There Is Nothing Left But Love

As soon as Vanessa made herself clear, she beckoned the assistants behind her over and instructed, “Please go get Nancy over and get the rest of the team ready. We’re going to doll Nancy up for the shoot.”

The team of stylists and makeup artists was put in a tight spot. One of them said, “Vanessa, our supervisors have instructed us to get Ms. Stovall ready for the shoot. I’m afraid the shoot will be delayed if we start all over from scratch.”

“Are you trying to say we’re wasting your time? Is it really that tough to get everything ready from scratch? Do you really think this substitute over here qualifies to be involved in such an exclusive promotional clip?” Vanessa looked at me with a scornful look.

Sneering, she said, “Does she really think she’s a match for Nancy in terms of look just because she resembles her? Has she no shame at all?”

The middle-aged woman started picking on me.

“Vanessa, since when have you become such a vicious woman? Who are you calling a shameless woman?” Stacey, who had rushed into the dressing room, patted me on my back and asked, “Are you okay?”

I shook my head because it wasn’t a big deal. I had long gotten used to this kind of situation since four years ago.

Vanessa sneered when Stacey showed up. “Ms. Holmes, why is the person in charge of the Marketing Department interfering with the affairs of the Publicity Department?”

the right to poke your nose into the internal affair of Fuller Corporation? At the end of the day, I’m a staff, but what about you? According to Mr. Fuller, you’re merely Nancy’s manager, aren’t you? In other words, you’re not really affiliated

Infuriated, Vanessa started panting heavily. “Are you calling off the collaboration with Nancy? I guess this necessitates a session with Mr. Fuller to figure out if Nancy is a

“Since everything’s ready, I want everyone to start with the shoot! Please ensure that there

had never gone through such humiliation. When she was about to lose her cool, Nancy showed up

on a white tulle dress with her long hair cascading down her shoulders. Her already

the third time we encountered one another. Upon

got ahead of Nancy and instructed, “Nancy, since you’re here, let’s get you ready for

and looked me in the eyes, asking in

replied with

had her eyes glued to my face. Frowning, she raised her volume and asked,

didn’t you say that you couldn’t make it

it? Are you trying to tell me you can always get another person from the streets to replace me?”

Nancy’s