"Hey, aren't you Miss Clark?" A woman's voice came from yonder and it was filled with animosity. "Aren't you bored, being all alone here?"
Harriet raised her head, it was Aya and she was looking down at Harriet with disdain.
Seeing that it was a fellow female star, Harriet immediately knew that she wasn't approaching her with good intentions. She was certain that this woman was among the people who talked behind her back, and was a part of Camille's so-called "best friend group". One time, Cherry cried with vexation because of them, Harriet thought to herself that she should be wary of them.
"I see that you are all alone as well." Harriet replied relaxedly, "If you're not bored, then I'm not either."
Aya giggled, "Not everyone is like you, you couldn't even hold on to your own man."
She looked to her side as she said that, a young man in a suit immediately came right up to her, diligently passing her a bottle of champagne. He smiled at her, bent over backwards to please her, "Miss Watson, would you like to have something to eat?"
Aya waved her hand, "No. There's somebody here who is ruining my appetite."
Harriet recognized the young man, his name was Andre and he was a little-known male star. He entered showbiz for a few years already, but he never got popular. The reason behind it was because his character was questionable.
He was in the news before for sexually harassing an actress during shooting, he was almost blacklisted but managed to grasp on a lifeline. Looking at the situation right now, it must be Aya who bailed him out of the situation.
"Miss Clark, would you mind moving to another seat?" Andre suddenly requested as he was hinted to do it.
Harriet grimaced, "There are so many seats around, why should I move away?"
Aya snorted, "Because this is a good seat, you can overlook and get a good view of the floor below from here. You should switch seats now while you still can, you wouldn't want to get into trouble with me."
Since the other person wasn't even trying to be polite to her, Harriet decided that she shouldn't just take it either. She smiled cockily and said, "What if I don't want to?"
"Who do you think you are?" Aya wailed, "Don't think you're a big shot just because you came here with Mr. Smith. But see, he immediately left you alone as soon as you guys reached here. If I were you, I would be so ashamed and would quickly leave the event. Oh, I forgot. Your skin is so thick that you can't feel shame, and you still have the mood to sit around and eat."
Harriet was unhappy, to begin with, and Aya kept rubbing it in. She felt her anger boiling.
"And who do you think you are? At least I'm here as Mr. Smith's female companion, even if it's only in name. You on the other hand…"
She glimpsed at Andre while saying that, her eyes filled with sarcasm and disdain.
Andre was miffed, it was obvious that Harriet was belittling him because he wasn't very well-known, and that he was making Aya lose face because of it.
"Harriet, I see that you want to do it the hard way. Don't blame me if things were to get ugly," said Andre impudently, he dropped his polite act and was giving Harriet a death stare.
Harriet wasn't going to back down, "Do keep in mind that we are currently at an important event." She glanced coldly at the duo, "It's good to know when to stop, otherwise it wouldn't end well if other guests were to see you guys causing a scene for no reason."
Aya laughed unscrupulously, "I'm afraid that you're the one that will be having a hard time winding up the matter. Who do you think is here to give you face? Andre, don't just stand there and get on with it!"
Harriet never had thought that they would really get violent with her. As she tried to dodge the man's attack, she saw Aya hold a glass up and was going to spill the drink on her face.
She couldn't avoid it in time. Harriet's face was splashed with champagne, she looked miserable. The exquisite lace evening dress now had alcohol stains on it.
Aya burst into laughter, "See, Harriet. This is what you get from going against me, if you dare to…"
Aya shrieked before she could finish her sentence, her face was now drenched as well. She couldn't believe what just happened and her eyes were wide open, "How dare you!"
Andre was stunned too, he didn't think that Harriet would be so daring.
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