"Let go!" She said aggressively. She felt curious. He had asked her to drink, but now he was stopping her. What the hell! Victor was annoyed by her attitude. Drink, drink! Why not stop drinking until she died? He tugged his tie off and threw it on the floor, leaning back on the sofa in exasperation. Rosalie kept drinking using her glass. Her thin body showed her fearlessness. The minutes ticked by. Rosalie couldn't remember how much she had drunk. The people around her watched her pick up the glass, drink, and put down the glass. She simply looked stunned! Victor's deep cold eyes stared at her and saw her reveal her sexy collarbone, the wine felling low on her, looking sexy and seductive. A few men on the side were also immersed into staring at her with greedy faces. Suddenly, Victor raised his eyebrows gently showing that he had a new idea seemingly. His two long legs were folded together. He said to the crowd in a lazy posture, "This lady with an innocent background has
Only when she exited the restroom that she ruffled her long hair while still reeling from the shock she had just experienced. Her eyes were flushed. After all these years, she couldn’t imagine that she was still lucky enough to encounter him. But she was now in such a terrible state that she did not deserve to be identified by him. It's just good to see that he's doing well. The warm light in the corridor fell on her miserable white face, and she fought back her tears when continuing to walk. She stepped as if stepping on a cloud, soft and fluffy. Suddenly, a brute force pushed her closer to the corner. She looked up in pain to see Victor's tall body standing in front of her, enveloping her thin figure. What was this man doing here? "What are you doing?!" Rosalie, remembering what had just happened, was filled with resentment towards him and attempted to break away, but she was so weak now. Victor's knee suddenly passed between her legs. He put one hand picking up her chin, and
"He's the man I like so far." Rosalie revealed it. Didn't Victor want to know? Then tell him. She really liked Carter. “Crack!” Victor gave Rosalie a hard slap. Rosalie fell back on the bed from the smack. Her head was tilting to the side, her mouth bloodied at the corners and she stared at him incredulously. "Victor, you hit me?!" “All right, you just hit a lady!” "I want you to remember, you are my woman, a woman I bought at a fair price. If you dare to cuckold me, I'll fucking cut you up!" Victor gazed at Rosalie and hissed word for word. Bastard! Rosalie was furious too. She laughed to herself, "You can rape my body, but you can never tell my heart who to love!" That disdainful look again made Victor feel like his pride was being crushed and that he was being treated like a piece of trash and useless. Really? "Get out!" Victor's gaze was scarlet, fearing that he was losing his mind, and roared. Rosalie looked at Victor’s fierce look, then she got up, picked up her
"Rosalie, I told you it was useless. Everything you do is in vain. Behave good and listen to me, and only in this way will you and those you care about be safe." He said with a deep chuckle. Rosalie felt herself struggling to breathe: "What the hell are you going to do?" "Play a game with me." His voice was cold and ruthless: "Those people you care about are my counters Don't try to pull any trick." She hung up the phone and slapped her face with cool water to adjust herself. When she came to the magazine office, Nessia, another editor, rushed to her and said, "Rosalie, your aunt is sitting in a wheelchair pushed by your uncle. Your uncle seems to be in a bad mood." Rosalie pushed the door in. Once inside, she saw her uncle Ken's fat body spread out on the sofa with a sleepy face with a torn dress on the desk. That was the dress she weared when Victor raped her. She threw it in the trash when she came back last night. "How did this nice dress get torn like this? Full of smell
They were very close to each other. Rosalie then noticed that the so-called beautiful woman's face was covered in a thick layer of powder, like a layer of white flour, and the eyeshadow was even heavier. What? What did she just say? How many times did she sleep with Victor? Rosalie wasn't too lost to recognize the provocative undertone in Jemima's words, which was highly antagonistic towards her. Jemima chuckled and took the ladies cigarette that her assistant had already lit for her: "If only by your little shitty magazine, without Victor’s assistance, you wouldn't be qualified to shoot my news." In an instant, Rosalie had fallen out of love with the goddess she had portrayed on screen. Actresses were liars! They behaved differently on and off stage! Vanessa and Jemima best illustrated this fact. A jade girl? She looked like a whore! Rosalie ignored her and continued to keep her head down to look at the photos. Jemima also did not get angry. White smoke rings exhaled from
The people around looked at each other, but the crowd didn't dare to breathe heavily for fear of disturbing them. Isn't she just making a fool of herself? Rosalie thought. It turned out that Victor was here to visit Jemima. Fortunately, just now she did not walk to him. Otherwise, it would’ve been too humiliating. But then, she immediately fiddled with the camera in her hand and turned off the flash, silently recording the scene of the two kissing passionately. For this image, what kind of caption could make it more eye-catching? When a jade girl became a whore? Was Victor Falling in love with a female actor? This headline would be explosive and eye-catching. The thought that the magazine would be a sensation made her helplessly curl the corners of her mouth, showing a smile. Victor's eyes instantly deepened, pushing away Jemima, who was wrapped around him like a snake, and said in an icy tone, "You guys keep filming. I'm just passing by." "Fine, fine! Reset the makeup for Mi
"Rascal!" Rosalie scolded snappishly "Jemima, your presentation of acting is a little wrong. Here you neet to stress your inner entanglement and suffering. Although you have now been hogged by the tyrant, your are still missing your lover. You should show your emotions in your eyes, instead of screaming without passion..." Before this scene was finished shooting, the director could not help but shout “cut”, and rectified her. "How can my acting be wrong?" Jemima's face showed anger, she pushed the man on her unhappily, sat up from the bed, pointed at the director's nose, and then swore: "You're not capable of filming it yourself. What are you blaming me for?" She could not make it, but now she blamed the director. What the hell was the so-called movie queen? She had no acting skills. "You!" The director's face was blue with anger. But after glancing at Victor, he was too embarrassed to scold her. At last, he could only say to everyone: "Shoot the next scene first!" In the c
"Get out!" Victor let out a low growl and slammed his fist on the car window glass. His eyes were full of rage. "Okay." Rosalie dare not say more,. She turned around, and was ready to get out of the car. But as she attempted to open the car door, she heard Victor's gloomy voice again: "Do you dare to go? Crazy! What did he really want her to do? To go or not?! She maintained the posture of pushing the door and did not go, afraid to provoke Victor. She took one look at Victor's angular side face and said nothing for a long time. Victor also had no intention to speak. The air in the car was so dull that she even dare not breathe. Rosalie frowned anxiously. Hey, she was also wondering. What exactly was this man angry for?! Clearly she was kind to help his company's female artists to find a good state into the play. Let alone he did not thank her for saving the day at the shoot. Instead, he threatened her! She was really a fool! The more she thought about it, the more annoyed