Joanna Lawrence stepped in front of her.
She stood while Trinity Farley sat.
Joanna Lawrence lowered her head, looking down at her.
Trinity Farley was determined not to show weakness, but sohow, when Joanna Lawrence’s cold stare landed on her face, her glare was like a sharp blade, barely grazing her face as if it would cut a deep wound at any mont.
She couldn’t help but feel a slight hint of fear.
Even if she didn’t want to show any signs of weakness in front of Joanna Lawrence.
But her body’s reaction was beyond her control.
Spending ti with Ashton Heath had taught Joanna Lawrence a thing or two about his ability to exert pressure without uttering a word, using nothing but his gaze.
Even if she only managed to grasp a fraction of it.
That fraction was more than enough to deal with most people.
At that mont.
Trinity Farley was so overwheld by Joanna’s presence, she couldn’t speak a word.
"Miss Wadsley," Joanna Lawrence stared at her for a mont, only speaking when she noticed beads of sweat gathering on Farley’s forehead. "I noticed you’ve been staring at . I thought perhaps you may have sothing to say to , so I ca over," she voiced in an amicable tone.
Trinity Farley: "..."
Was Joanna Lawrence playing dumb?
Could there be anything left to say between them!
"If I misunderstood your intentions, I apologize." Joanna Lawrence smiled again in a soft voice," I enjoy your songs very much, Miss Wadsley. I wish you all the best tonight. The party is about to start, I need to find my seat. I’ll talk to you later."
Trinity Farley: "..."
Was Joanna Lawrence a fool?
Did she co all this way, just to say these things to her?
What did she an by that?
After ending her speech, Joanna Lawrence earnestly turned around under the astonished gaze of everyone around her, and simply went to find her spot.
Trinity Farley: "..."
The onlooking artists: "..."
They thought there would be a fascinating drama, an inevitable fierce quarrel of so sort.
Is this all there is?
It wasn’t just Trinity Farley, even the watching artists couldn’t understand Joanna Lawrence’s intention.
Was Joanna Lawrence completely unaware of what happened on the blog?
Otherwise, how could she greet Trinity Farley so calmly, even wish her to win an award?
Trinity Farley was also taken aback.
She assud that Joanna Lawrence had co to pick a fight.
She’d even prepared for a confrontation.
But the reality was...
She frowned, puzzled, as she watched Joanna Lawrence walk to the front row and sit down. After so thought, she concluded that Joanna Lawrence was probably seeking reconciliation.
Joanna Lawrence was undoubtedly scared.
Having witnessed how ruthless her fans can be, she probably didn’t want to escalate matters further, so she ca to appease her in hopes that she might call off her fans?
That had to be it.
Joanna Lawrence was scared.
Once she realized this, the slight sense of fear Trinity Farley had towards Joanna Lawrence instantly evaporated, supplanted by her swollen sense of superiority and arrogance.
A smirk crawled onto her lips.
Ha.
So what if she was President Ashton’s wife?
She was still subservient to her.
As her arrogance swelled, she inevitably beca more and more impudent, once again bewildering herself into rash action.
She picked up her phone, ssaging a few of her main group chat’s managers: "Now, go buy the hot search about Joanna Lawrence wearing counterfeit. I want everyone to know that everything she’s wearing tonight is fake."
"Yeah, let’s stir things up about her wearing counterfeit."
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