Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 336

I froze for a few seconds, confused, and looked at her. “What?”

She hesitated, as if she were too embarrassed to speak, but the man next to her said, “This lady is like Bernice Miller. And She has a much better temperament.”

For a moment, someone looked tentatively at Jackie and said, “Are you going to...?”

Jackie nodded and looked at me. “Clara, you have the same features as Bernice Miller, but you have a better temperament. If we don’t shoot the propaganda film today, the George Group will suffer a loss, and then if Mr. George asks who is responsible, I may face the risk of losing my job. Can you do the shooting for me?

“Shoot a promo?” I hesitated. “I don’t know much about this, and I haven’t had much exposure to it before.”

“It doesn’t matter!” she said. “It’s not difficult. All you have to do is get dressed and stand up while the photographer guides you.”

I pressed my lips together and felt pity for her as she perspired slightly on her forehead.

Dulled for a moment, I nodded in agreement.

Perhaps because the trouble was out of the way, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Jackie grabbed me and said, “Thank you!” She was very serious.

As she led me toward the dressing room, she said something grateful, “I didn’t think you’d say yes. Mr. George wouldn’t have let you out in the open like this, but the timing was right. I was ready to beg you, Clara, thank you!”

She looked at me with an honest face.

I smiled, thinking she was exaggerating. “It’s a piece of cake. You don’t have to.”

She smiled. “You have no idea what your help means to me.”

In the dressing room, makeup artists and stylists had arrived, Jackie made the arrangements, and then she was called away to set up the scene.

I sat in front of the mirror, and the makeup artist looked at me and said, “Miss Kennedy, you and Bernice Miller really look like.”

I smiled and didn’t say much.

“They resemble each other in features, but not in spirit or manner.” Someone interrupted, “Miss Kennedy’s features were more natural, and Bernice Miller’s manner always gave me the odd impression that she was imitating a person.”

The makeup artist began to put on my makeup. Maybe people thought I was just a temporary stand-in, so they started talking unbridled.

“Imitation? I think she’s imitating Olivia Pearson, who was so well protected by Mr. George.”

“It’s possible. I heard that Miss Pearson was Mr. George’s secret mistress, and he kept her in his cottage all these years for fear she might get hurt.”

“How do you know that?”

“Wasn’t I assigned to make up this Miss Pearson at an auction? Bernice Miller is almost a model of her. They’re so much alike.”