Top Actress Beware: Also Reborn Is Your CEO Husband! Chapter 97: No Photography

At the entrance of the rest area, a lot of people gathered, so secretly filming with their phones—

"Hey, hey, hey, give a copy of what you recorded later, damn it, I forgot to bring my phone today."

"Ten bucks a copy."

"I want a copy!" " too... too..." "And !"

Eleanor Spencer looked at the flashing lights pointed at her through teary eyes. She couldn’t control herself, she felt so itchy and hot, she couldn’t stop wanting to scratch... Why was it like this? Why did it turn out this way?

Don’t look!

Close your eyes! Stop filming!

Soone help .

"What are you doing! Stop filming!" Nancy Carter, hearing the news, rushed over. When she saw Eleanor Spencer lying on the ground with disheveled clothes, her pupils shrank in surprise. She quickly walked over, pulled a blanket off the sofa, and covered Eleanor with it, turning around to sternly warn the crowd: "Delete the videos you took. Anyone who dares to leak this today, I guarantee they’ll never find work in this industry again!"

The onlookers dispersed awkwardly, especially those who had fild the video, leaving faster than anyone else. Even if they couldn’t let it out, they could secretly watch it in their rooms.

"I’m so hot... so uncomfortable..." Eleanor Spencer tugged at her clothes, feeling very itchy, rubbing and scratching against the ground.

"Hot?" Could she have been drugged?

But looking at her, it didn’t seem like she had been drugged.

"So hot!" Eleanor Spencer took off all her clothes, but still felt itchy, scratching her skin until it was covered with sores and scars, "So itchy, Nancy, please help scratch, I can’t stand it anymore."

"Where does it itch? Here?" Nancy Carter scratched her back a little.

"Mmm..."

Nancy’s hand stiffened. Even though she was a woman, hearing such a moan, her nerves suddenly tensed up.

"Isabel, bear with it, just rinse in the washroom, and you’ll be fine," Nancy said, supporting Eleanor Spencer and dragging her towards the washroom.

The shower was turned on, and cold water splashed down. Eleanor Spencer twisted her body, letting out a comfortable sigh, and half-opened her eyes to look at Nancy Carter. Suddenly, she lunged forward, hugged Nancy, and rubbed against her.

"Mmm... so comfortable, so itchy, Nancy, please scratch , I feel awful, too itchy, ah... don’t stop... keep scratching..." Eleanor Spencer held onto Nancy Carter’s arm, only wanting to scratch off her skin entirely.