Peyton’s face blanched. Her finger grasped tightly on her cheongsam and her face was filled with embarrassment and suffering.
She was afraid that she couldn’t control her tears.
Peyton held back her tears and bowed to the crew. She sobbed, “I’m sorry, it was my fault that the progress was delayed. I apologize.”
The crew were generous when it was about Peyton. Someone said, “Don’t worry, we believe in your acting skills. You must be under too much pressure.”
“Yeah, don’t worry. Everyone makes mistakes.”
“We don’t blame you, don’t cry. You are our goddess.”
“Do your best, Peyton!”
They were so tolerant towards Peyton. Unlike yesterday, they were very strict with Samantha.
Even though everything was Peyton’s doing, she managed to win the trust and sympathy of the people.
And Samantha was portrayed as an aggressive assailant instead.
She had enough!
Director Solomon tried to smooth things over, “Let’s rest and film the scene of our leading characters next.”
The truth didn’t matter to Director Solomon. It was more important to calm everyone down.
Even if he knew that Peyton had her hands in the incident, he wouldn’t single-handedly go against her and offend her fans.
Everyone was comforting Peyton when Mateo suddenly said coldly.
“You sure like bawling, you deserve an international award for that. It’s too bad you haven’t received one yet.”
Samantha could barely hold back her laughter.
Mateo had a sharp-tongue. He ridiculed Peyton and her acting.
Peyton’s eyes were red, she looked down and dug her nails into her skin.
Bitch!
She wanted Samantha to feel all the shame she felt today, she wanted to tear her into pieces.
But Mateo ridiculed her again and again.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
Mateo walked towards Peyton and smiled uncannily. He stretched his voice and said, “Peyton, let me show you something. I don’t know if you will like it.”
Peyton felt a shiver down her spine. Mateo looked grim and vicious, Peyton’s heart was beating fast.
What was he planning to do?
Just as she was about to ask, Mateo handed her the phone. She looked at the video and almost flung the phone away.
“When did you film this?” Peyton’s face was twisted, her eyes frosty.
Mateo smiled vilely, “Do you want to know?”
Peyton’s eyes were filled with anger, “You!”
“I’m not going to tell you. The video won’t do you any harm, but it will make people see your true colour.” Mateo put away the phone slowly and smiled coldly.
His cherry blossomed eyes were ice-cold.
Peyton’s face was as white as sheet. The video showed her “accidentally” spilling the hot drink on Samantha yesterday, she was captured on tape.
When did Mateo film that?
Why did she not know about it? Also, why did Mateo target her so much?
“I don’t remember stepping on your tail.” Peyton gritted her teeth and tried to snatch the phone.
Mateo had a rare bad look on his face. His face was storming, it seemed dark and dangerous. “You never did anything to me, I just hated you.”
Peyton murdered his beloved, what did she mean that she never did anything.
It was a blood feud.
He wasn’t afraid of Ruben seeking revenge, he knew that all of Peyton’s achievements today belonged to another person.
If he forgot about her, then nobody else in the world would remember her.
“So what can you do with that? Just post it, see if anyone will believe it!” Peyton tried to act calm but her pupils kept contracting.
Mateo sneered.
“That wasn’t my intention, because…” The expression in his eyes was as cold as a venomous snake, “I just want to destroy you.”
He said his words slow and clearly.
The expression on Peyton’s face changed, her small shoulders trembled.
Samantha saw Mateo walk away and she looked suspiciously at Peyton who was acting weirdly. She quickly went up to him.
Mateo sat down around the resting area. He glared at her coldly, “What do you want?”
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