Eliza Fletcher never expected Aurelia Shaw to be so brazen.

Is there any celebrity who's not afraid of journalists?

Is it really so different to have someone backing you?

Thinking of something, Eliza Fletcher sneered sarcastically, "Ha, don't think that just because a rich guy fancies you, you can walk through this industry unhindered. You're just a seductress who caught his interest. Once he's done playing, he'll kick you aside, and you won't be worth anything!"

Her neck pressed against the edge of the sink, her voice was hoarse and breathing labored. Her face turned a liver-like color, her eyes glaring fiercely, devoid of any previous innocence.

Every time she spoke, her neck throbbed with pain.

"A rich guy?" Aurelia's brows furrowed slightly, detecting something odd in her words, "What rich guy are you talking about?"

"You're bold enough to sleep around but afraid to admit it?" Eliza inwardly ridiculed. She looked so bold and unruly, yet she was really just a coward. This feeling gave Eliza immense satisfaction.

So what if she was threatened by Aurelia? She had fears too.

"Speak up!"

Aurelia didn't bother with nonsense. She pressed down, and the sharp edge nicked Eliza's neck, drawing a small Blood Pearl. Eliza wanted to struggle but was pinned firmly, unable to budge an inch.

Her neck felt as if it was about to be sliced by a sharp blade.

Eliza was panicking; she hadn't expected Aurelia to dare go this far. She had an audition later, what if she ended up with a wound on her neck... She got scared.

Aurelia was insane!

"I saw someone helping you network that day. Don't try to deny it. I know this industry is full of hidden rules. Amelina Collins originally had me as her predetermined choice, but because of you, I'm now in limbo. I did so much to get this role, yet you got it without doing anything. Why!" Eliza was beside herself with rage, her rational mind overtaken by jealousy, despite her fear.

Who knew she was here to audition for this role? Who was secretly helping her make connections?

Aurelia's brow furrowed in puzzlement.

A rich guy?

Could it be Viscount Zhou?

"What does he look like?"

Eliza didn't want to answer, but Aurelia pressed another line on her neck.

She was truly afraid Aurelia would ruin her face, so she trembled and said, "A very handsome man, but he had a cold demeanor. When he looked at you, his gaze was like a cold, temperatureless knife mercilessly stabbing at you."

A very handsome yet cold man—she indeed knew someone like that. But would Mason Nightshade be the type to help her network?

In the past, probably not.

But recently, for some unknown reason, he'd been persistently pestering her. It couldn't be ruled out that he might help her.

Nonetheless... Aurelia glanced at Eliza Fletcher with a flash of coldness in her eyes. Too much help only makes things worse!

She released Eliza, washed her hands with a hint of disdain, and meticulously dried them with a paper towel. Glancing at Eliza flopped on the ground, she examined her outfit. Pure in style, yet it only captured Amelina Collins's form, not her essence.

With a cold smirk, "If you want to play Amelina Collins, mere visual imitation isn't enough. If you truly want to compete with me for this role, you'd better improve your acting first."

With those words dropped, Aurelia walked away.

Eliza watched her walk away, eyes red with fury, glaring maliciously.

Remembering the photos she had the journalist take outside.

She took out her phone and opened the WeChat message from the journalist—the next second, she roared in anger, "Just a car and you want money, dream on!"

Glancing at her reflection in the mirror.

Eliza completely lost it.