I’ve strolled in Penduline and trudged through the darkness. He is the wind above Penduline, the light in the darkness, constantly guiding , accompanying on my journey.
I’ve loved him, from the beginning to the end.
— Vera Wave
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"What do you an?" Irene Spencer took a step forward, eting Vera Wave’s eyes. "Are you genuinely clueless, or are you just pretending to be?"
She reached out and grabbed Vera’s necklace, pinching the wedding ring on it.
"This ring was never yours to begin with. Kris Cooper has never loved you!"
Vera was stunned for a few seconds, then snatched the ring back from Irene’s hand and chuckled.
"Irene Spencer, do you think I’ll believe you just because you say so? Do you want to know what I see in your eyes?"
If it had been before, she might have believed Irene’s words to so extent. Now, however, Irene was, in her eyes, the epito of a two-faced liar; there was no way Vera would believe her nonsense.
"What?" Irene asked.
"Envy, jealousy, and hatred!" Vera made a face at her. "Let tell you, whatever I ask Kris to do now, he’ll do it. That even includes... banning... and destroying... you!"
She lightly tapped Irene’s face with the back of her hand, her tone as arrogant and caustic as it could be.
"In the future, you’d better be more courteous to . Don’t touch my things. Stay away from my man, or else... face the consequences!"
She gritted out these last words through her teeth.
After saying this, Vera turned to leave, then stopped and turned back to look at Irene.
"Oh... I forgot to remind you, Irene, you’re developing crow’s feet. You should save your eye cream for yourself!"
"You!"
Irene almost had an aneurysm out of sheer frustration. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, like a cornered dog ready to bite.
"Irene!" Anabel Wilton rushed over just in ti. Seeing her state, she hurried to grab her arm. "Calm down! We can’t afford to offend her backer right now!"
"Leave alone!"
Filled with resentnt she couldn’t vent, Irene flung Anabel’s arm off. Anabel stumbled back and fell onto a chair, her arm throbbing where it hit.
From a distance, everyone turned at the sound. Even Director Wilton looked over.
"What happened?"
Anabel forced a smile for the group.
"It’s nothing, I just tripped accidentally!"
Director Wilton glanced at Irene, his gaze lingering on her face with a hint of deeper aning.
"All departnts, prepare! Let’s get to work!"
At the director’s command, nobody dared to say anything more, and everyone imdiately began their preparations.
By then, Vera had already changed into her costu and was standing ready for filming. Irene shot a glance at the infuriating girl and also walked over to stand opposite her.
This was a crucial confrontational scene between the two.
Vera, of course, had gone over it countless tis and had reviewed the script repeatedly on the plane. She was more than ready.
As soon as the director called, "Action!" she instantly imrsed herself in the character.
Staring at Vera’s alluring made-up face, Irene was still far from calm.
Seeing this, Vera raised an eyebrow slightly, a provocative look spreading across her face.
Although this was required by the script, Irene channeled her own feelings into the scene. Overco by anger, her performance suffered; she forgot her lines and blurted out the wrong words.
"Cut!"
Director Wilton called for a stop, clearly discontented.
For Irene to make such a rudintary mistake as flubbing her lines was simply unacceptable.
Anabel rushed to deliver the script. Irene went through her lines and tried to adjust her mood.
"Sorry, everyone... let’s do it again!"
"One more ti!" the director said, gesturing with a slight lift of his chin. "Action!"
They started filming the scene again.
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