"I do not want to ask him! I know there are lots of women around him but she is the first one that I spot in the company. Why is she so shameless?"
Louisa was irritated. "Where is the security guard? Called the security guard to peel her clothes off and throw her away."
Harriet originally planned to keep silent but she clenched her fists and threw the spatula directly in the pot when she heard what Louisa said. She turned off the fire and came out of the kitchen angrily.
"Didn't you ask who I am? I have my name, Harriet."
"I do not care about your name."
Louisa was used to be peremptory and retorted her fast. She suddenly realized that the voice was familiar then she became angrier. "You? The woman on the phone that day was you."
"It's me."
Harriet admitted it frankly, "Do you have issues, Miss Jones?"
"How could you be so arrogant as you hook up with other girl's boyfriend? Bitch."
"I'll take it as praise." Harriet remained her calmness. "I think Miss Jones had better make efforts to stop your boyfriend from messing up with other women instead of calling the security to throw me away clothes-less.”
Louisa was furious, "So it is my fault that let Wesley have lovers?"
"I didn't say so but you had an amazing ability to understand what I meant."
"You…"
Louisa almost lost her temper and wanted to slap Harriet's face by raising her hand.
Harriet was accustomed to this movement when she was acting in the crew. She quickly reacted before Louisa's hand fell on her face and pushed her hand away.
Louisa stumbled back forward and fell to the ground, saying out of shock, "You push me!"
Wesley just entered the room. He slightly changed his mood, "What's going on?"
Louisa immediately turned around and wept in tears, "Wesley, what's wrong with this woman? She's shameless and dare to push me!"
Wesley walked over and helped Louisa up, glancing at Harriet, "Jack, send Harriet back to the crew."
He didn't ask a word, just to appease his precious fiancée.
Harriet stood still, feeling extremely ridiculous. Her warmth and attachment to this man was destroyed by his coldness. Her limbs got more and more frozen.
That woman was his actual fiancée and she was just nobody.
"No need, I drove a car myself."
She turned back to the bedroom to change clothes, took the bag and left.
Wesley patted Louisa's shoulder to appease her, but his eyes fell on the kitchen workbench, gradually feeling guilty. There were still two golden poached eggs lying on the clean white porcelain plate.
Harriet did not contact Wesley since she met Louisa in Pop Culture company and so did Wesley.
But she had been in the limelight recently and was busying with acting.
After the ending of the rumor, she got more fans. Many company presented scripts for her but most of them were not great works. Molly rejected them and just accepted some endorsements.
"We must pick good scripts when you are more and more popular. You don't have to worry about anything but just focus on the current shooting. I will study a few shows in the spare schedules."
After finishing the work, Molly handed the new version of the script modified by the screenwriter to Harriet, "Harriet, this is the new script."
"Okay," Harriet stretched out, lying on the hotel sofa and flipping through the script. "It hasn't changed much; it's no different from the previous one."
"Oh, I have compared the new script with the old one and found that the intimate parts were deleted."
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