Her casual tone made everyone's eyes turn to her in unison.
Such passive-aggressiveness. Such a sharp tongue, able to hit people where it hurts.
The staff member was so inwardly thrilled he felt like doing a set of military drills, but he was also afraid Evelyn Grant would get chewed out, so he quickly stood between them.
The agent's face turned livid. Just as she was about to curse someone out, Evan Scott's voice came from behind her.
He stared intently at Evelyn Grant, his intentions clearly malicious. "Mr. Grant is very famous in the industry. It would be my honor to have her do my makeup."
The agent snorted contemptuously. "It should be *her* honor. She's just a makeup artist. Fame is useless, and with a face like that, who knows how she got famous in the first place. Don't let her bewitch you."
Even though she'd lowered her voice, her words were still clearly audible.
