Stella Lancaster looked at her with a dark glare, her voice full of suppressed murderous intent: "Get out of my sight immediately, you're no longer an artist at Stellar Entertainment."
Autumn Forrest's legs gave way, and she scrambled and stumbled as she ran away.
It was terrifying. She felt that Mr. Lancaster might actually kill her!
Watching her shabby retreat, Sparkle Gold laughed indifferently.
Autumn Forrest was doomed to just be cannon fodder, but she insisted on treating herself as someone significant.
"The great master really is a protective husband fanatic!" Rosalind Chaney exclaimed with envy, poking Sparkle Gold's cheek.
This girl is so blissful it makes others resentful!
"What protective husband fanatic? He's just getting rid of a competitor. We're each getting what we need." Sparkle Gold took a sip of juice, trying to conceal the uncontrollable warmth rising in her face.
