Eleanor Spencer.
Aurelia narrowed her eyes.
Eleanor also saw Aurelia. With the corner of her eye on the reporters nearby, she put on a composed smile and waved extravagantly at her with both arms open wide.
The reporters' caras imdiately swung in Aurelia's direction.
However!
Aurelia turned her head coldly and walked straight toward the boarding gate as if no one else was there.
She had no interest in playing along with her little act. She'd finally managed to be in a good mood and had no intention of letting her ruin it.
Eleanor's face froze for a split second. Among the reporters on the scene, there were so arranged by Nancy Carter—one of them, quick on the uptake, imdiately comnted, "Aurelia is really putting on airs. In this industry, you're technically her senior, but she just walked away without even saying hello."
Eleanor felt disgust inside, but outwardly she defended Aurelia: "Maybe she didn't see . There are so many people at the airport, it's perfectly normal if she didn't notice."
The male reporter snorted. "There's such a commotion right here, I don't buy that she didn't hear you. Isabel, you're way too nice. Newcors like her want to step all over you, but she's no better in terms of family background—both daughters of wealthy families. She's been surrounded by scandals since debut and still has no manners. She's not even fit to carry your shoes."
"Don't say that. We're all colleagues here—maybe she had sothing urgent going on." Eleanor tried to explain for her sake.
It sounded like Eleanor was speaking up for Aurelia, but in reality, her words did nothing to help and actually tacitly agreed with what the reporter said.
To be honest, her family background couldn't compare to Aurelia's. All that talk about being on the sa level was just PR hype. But hearing the reporter say that Aurelia wasn't even fit to carry her shoes? Eleanor still felt a secret pleasure inside.
That's right—right now Aurelia wasn't even fit to carry her shoes. What was she, anyway? Just a rookie actress who'd barely made a splash—she had no right to compare herself to Eleanor.
Amanda Fuller glanced at the commotion and hurried to catch up with Aurelia, giving a soft snort. "Just putting on a show for the crowd. But Aurelia, you ignoring her just now was seriously cool. People like that just don't deserve your attention."
Amanda had received an excellent upbringing. Foster Fuller kept her worldview on the straight and narrow from a young age; she never dared to stray even a little. She really couldn't stand people like Eleanor.
The plane landed in Q City.
Aurelia wheeled her suitcase as she walked out of the airport. Her small face was frad by oversized black sunglasses, her lips a bold red; she wore a khaki jacket up top, thigh-high stiletto boots below, and her long, wavy black hair was tied up carelessly, adding a hint of effortless beauty to her cool gaze.
Click—flashing lights instantly surrounded her.
So far, apart from the TV show "Dawnsong," she didn't have any real hits to her na—not exactly the definition of a hotshot celebrity. And yet she was always a trending topic; just showing up sowhere was enough to send fans and haters into a frenzy.
For a celebrity, the most important thing is staying relevant.
And obviously, that was sothing she would never lack.
"We heard you ran into Eleanor Spencer at the airport, but apparently you ignored her greeting. Is there so sort of beef between the two of you?" The reporter had already heard the news from colleagues back at Q City airport, and opened fire with a pointed question.
Aurelia took off her sunglasses, her pale eyes darting coolly at him with a hint of indifference. The reporter shivered violently—he thought that look was terrifying, even though… she was actually smiling at the corners of her mouth.
"I didn't hear her greet . There were so many people at the airport, a constant flow. I just didn't notice." Aurelia answered with a faint smile.
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