Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth novel Chapter 569

Anthea’s vengeful nature was known to all in the entertainment industry.

Even though Elizabeth had someone powerful to back her up as well, it was still not cnough in comparison with the Campbell family.

Elizabeth knew well that Anthea had crossed Christina under her instigation—that was the reason Anthea was blacklisted by Nathaniel.

If news of that were to be exposed, the people supporting Elizabeth would surely give up on her to curb the impending damage they would suffer.

Anthea had the Campbell family to back her up, so she had a chance to get back on her feet, but it was not the same for Elizabeth. She was able to enjoy her current status and glory because she had been capable and cunning cnough to attain them.

The entertainment industry was never short of beautiful and capable artists. If one wanted to continue building their career in that industry, they would need people to back them up.

As Elizabeth held onto her swollen cheek, she hid the iciness in her eyes. By the time she lifted her head to look at Anthea, she had a pitiful look on her face.

“Anthea, I've always thought of you as a good friend, so how can | possibly laugh at you and steal your opportunities?”

Elizabeth bit down on her pale lower lip. “I didn't try to hide Christina and Nathaniel's relationship from you. I thought you already knew about it. Moreover, I heard that what Nathaniel and Christina have is an unhappy contractual marriage and that they've been arguing over divorce recently.”

If Anthea had not been blacklisted, she would have no doubts about Elizabeth's words.

However, reality had taught Anthea a terrible lesson.

She was fooled because of her dumb belief in her friendship with Elizabeth. In the end, she was punished for her stupidity while Elizabeth, the mastermind, continued to bathe in glory.

Anthea, who was a proud soul, would never let Elizabeth go with the matter. As far as she was concemed, the latter was born with a lower status than her.

Anthea mocked, “You seemed obsessed with Christina. Are you telling me these because you're still trying to use me to take revenge on Christina for you?”

The look in her eyes was a vicious one as she grabbed Elizabeth by her jaw with her right hand, almost crushing it.

“You have so many blackmail-worthy materials about them, so why don't you just expose them through the media?”

Anthea snarled. “It's not that you don't want to do it, but you're afraid. You're scared that Christina will find out that you're behind this and ruin your career. That's why you're looking for a scapegoat, and I'm the scapegoat you've found!”

Elizabeth held her breath as a wave of shock crashed into her.

When did the naive Anthea become so smart? I can't admit to that or Anthea will never let me off the hook.

Thus, Elizabeth quickly recomposcd herself and pretended to play the fool. As she held Anthea’s hand that had gripped her jaw, she said in a hoarse voice, “Anthea, did Christina tell you something? Don't believe her words. She's trying to sow discord between us! She's trying to provoke you so that you'll break off the contract and compensate her studio the huge penalty fee. ‘The company has only temporarily put your work on hold, but you can rise again with your fame. I have some connections, and I can introduce work to you. Once this blows over, you can still take on roles in movies and endorsement offers.”

Anthea was disgusted by Elizabeth's pretentiousness. She let go and Elizabeth fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

“I don't need a model who sells her body and looks to climb up the social ladder to help me out. I have my family,”

Anthea uttered in disdain. “Just you wait, Elizabeth. I won't let you off this easily.”

With that, she spun on her heel and left.

Elizabeth climbed to her feet. When she turned to look in the mirror, she saw how much of a mess she looked. The red handprint was a sign of the humiliation she suffered, and she trembled in anger after seeing it.

Right then, a soft sound came from the walk-in closet at the side.

Elizabeth whipped her head over and glared at the spot.

The makeup assistant [ell onto the pile of clothes, her face as pale as a sheet of paper. She stammered, “I didn't mean to eavesdrop, Ms. Bennett! | left something here. L.. | heard nothing! I'm leaving now!”