CHAPTER 59: SABRINA LOUIS

Carla widened her eyes at Elara’s words. Did this loser really bring that scandal here before everyone? How dare she?!

She looked at everyone who was starting to look at her with the same disdainful eyes that they were using to look at Elara earlier, and couldn’t help but grit her teeth.

She always knew the innocent, pitiful side of Elara was just a facade. This was her reality. She was a vile witch who seduced her grandpa to get into the family. This was how low she could stoop. Carla’s eyes shone with hatred.

On the other hand, even Beatrice was surprised by Elara’s sharp counter. She didn’t expect her to call them out, let alone corner them like this. But it also meant the girl was finally starting to strike back, which would be even more fun.

The thought made Beatrice smile with malice.

"You! How can you—?!" Carla pointed her fingers at Elara, but instead of facing her, Elara turned to Antonio.

"Take this card and eat at the adjacent table. I don’t feel safe in this environment where people attack with swords of insulting words, and everyone watches silently." Elara pulled out a black platinum card, and Beatrice’s eyes turned dark at the sight.

A black platinum card? How could a card like that land in Elara’s hands?

It wasn’t something that was given to anyone easily. One was supposed to have an astounding balance of more than $100 million in their account for two consecutive years to even apply for that.

Wait. Did Andrew give it to her?

Antonio wanted to stay and back her up, but Elara shook her head.

She could easily say George’s name, but she didn’t want to blow it in a way that would reveal her identity—not till the divorce was finalized, at least. And there were still ten days left to go.

Exposing her identity at this time would only bring Sophia’s unwanted attention to her, and once that greedy woman knew of her background, there was no way she would let her go easily.

"You see, Miss Carla, it’s very easy to defame others. People are looking at you the same way they were looking at me earlier, which was when I wasn’t even at fault. You think I can’t buy this dress because I don’t have a rich brother, don’t you?"

Elara’s well-organized words, along with her calm composure, made people reluctant to ask whether she was telling the truth.

The producer stood to calm things down, not wanting it to escalate further, but Beatrice nodded at one of the crew members, who stood from her seat.

"Participant Elara, bringing out others’ dark past doesn’t clarify yours. If you are wrong, just admit it. Why do you extend it? Unless you want to ruin it for others," the crew members said, and everyone nodded.

"Guys, please don’t corner her like that. She is just trying to make her place in the industry. You will scare her like this," Beatrice said, blinking her eyes innocently.

Elara sighed. She always thought that this kind of drama, happening on TV and in the books she read, was boring and sometimes even wanted to slap the female lead for enduring the humiliation.

But now that it was happening to her, she could see how helpless one truly becomes before a bunch of fools.

"Why would I admit I am wrong when I am not?" Elara asked.

"Prove that it’s the original one then," the same girl who wanted to suck up to Beatrice, since the latter was the female lead, asked.

Elara arched her brows.

She looked at the director, her intense gaze asking, ’Was he really going to let this circus continue at a place where they were supposed to have the celebratory dinner?’

When the man pressed his lips into a thin line, a clear indication that he couldn’t help but meddle between the ladies since he didn’t know who to side with, Elara smiled inwardly.

Of course. What did she expect? The man would never dare to offend Carla and Beatrice, since the drama’s prime investor backed them.

It left her with no choice but to take her own side.

"Prove it’s a knockoff first, and I’ll counter it," she said before she elegantly pulled the empty seat right opposite Carla.

"And if you can’t prove your claim, be free to apologize to me." Elara dabbed her lips after taking a sip of water before looking up at Carla.

"After all, one should know when to be humble and accept one’s mistake. Or they just end up becoming a joke to the world," Elara repeated the exact words Carla said to her a few minutes ago.

Carla clenched her fists.

She was sure that Elara was a poor, wretched woman with no money or income. Thus, there was no way she could have the original dress that cost millions.

And since Beatrice didn’t know the dress’s credibility, it was clear it wasn’t a gift from her brother either. Because, why would her brother give such an expensive gift to a woman like Elara, who used to get happy just with a fake compliment?

As Carla looked around, an idea finally popped into her head when she looked at the further end and saw none other than Sabrina Louis.

Sabrina Louis was a well-known fashion enthusiast influencer with over 10 million followers on social media, who followed her insights.

She was initially supposed to take over half of Louis’s family business, but she had no interest in it. And thus, she left the entire company to her brother so she could pursue her passion in fashion.

She had her own fashion brand and a fortune of billions.

From what they could see, she was filming her dinner.

"You really thought you could fake your confidence and get out of this after lying so boldly because no one here knew about the dress, no? Well, it looks like luck is not on your side," Carla said before she stood from her seat and walked towards the influencer.

Beatrice thinned her lips.

"This is not good. We just wanted to dine in peace. If Sabrina filmed it, it would become worth mocking," Beatrice said, her words catching the director’s attention, who looked at Elara.

"Miss Elara, we all know how stubborn Miss Carla can be. You, as the elder, could give her some leeway," the director said.

Though he didn’t say it, the words, ’She is the sister of the prime investor, and we can’t afford to offend her,’ screamed from his very expression.

"I understand. I apologize for this kind of misbehavior, sir. For some reason, when I heard your name, I thought this production wouldn’t be one of those partial places where they value brats from rich families. I was wrong." Elara stood from her place, her actions surprising the director.

"Are you quitting?" The director asked.

Though he was siding with Carla, he didn’t want Elara to leave either. With that kind of voice, where would they really find such artists again? Her voice alone could make people want to watch the drama.

Besides, the remaining phases had yet to take place, and if she left, the viewers who had crashed the stream for her might suspect foul play.

"I stopped staying at places where I am not treated as an equal," Elara said before she looked at Producer Li.

"That song I submitted earlier—refrain from using anything from it, or I will claim copyright on it." She nodded.

Elara turned to leave, but as she was about to leave, Carla rushed to her side.

"Where are you leaving now that I am here with someone who can expose you?" Carla scoffed.

Sabrina, who was walking towards the group, raised her brows when she looked at the dress from behind.

This dress... She looked at the logo and the exposed waist, the perfect diamond-shaped slit near the back that revealed the woman’s slender back, covered by her hair.

Wasn’t this collection supposed to come out next week?

Who was this person who got her hands on it beforehand?

Sabrina, who was previously annoyed because Carla nearly ruined her routine, walked quickly to see the person.

Why? Because the way this girl stood, with her hair cascading down her back, the aura, the height, the perfect figure, that bracelet in her hands...

"Elara?" Sabrina asked.

Elara, who had been looking at Carla, turned to the girl who had called her name.

"It’s you! Elara?! I was wondering who was crazy enough to pull the Ophelia collection before it entered the market, and it turns out it’s you, bitch!" Sabrina nearly screeched before she threw herself in Elara’s arms to hug her.

Carla, who was ready to mock Elara even more, stood there, frozen in place.

Wait. What the hell was happening? Why was Sabrina, instead of mocking her knockoff dress, actually hugging her?