The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige leaned back against the railing with her eyes closed, missing the sudden change in Enrico’s expression. Hearing her, she chuckled and said, “Yes, quite a few actually. We haven’t seen each other for three years.”

Quite a few.

Enrico’s face darkened even more. He snatched the bag of jellies from her hand and said, “If you want to sleep, go inside. Aren’t you afraid of falling into the water here?”

After saying that, Enrico stood up and walked away.

“…”

Paige opened her eyes and looked at his retreating figure, feeling a bit helpless. That tone…

Why did he suddenly get upset?

…

In Film Street, a major movie production was underway, having spent a year setting up the scenes. The sets were exact replicas of ancient palaces and Kyoto streets.

As the evening lights came on, it felt like stepping through time, placing one right into that magnificent and vibrant era.

Carrie, dressed in a heavy costume with a headpiece weighing several pounds, sat in her seat waiting for her scene, and had been waiting until late at night.

A makeup artist approached to touch up her makeup, enthusiastically saying, “Carrie, I really love your role as the Red-Clad Female Warrior, so cool! After watching the series, I even rewatched all your scenes.”

Carrie held a special place in the entertainment industry. She was very beautiful, her acting skills were excellent, and she was particularly popular with the audience. Every role she took on became a hot topic, frequently trending online. Some even considered her the epitome of acting among the new generation of actresses.

She was wildly popular, to the point where even the older generation of viewers remembered her, but she had never played a lead role.

After three years in the industry, it became a common belief among viewers that Carrie simply didn’t have the fortune to be a lead actress.

“Thank you,” Carrie responded coolly, her personality always somewhat distant.

She was just like that-consistent inside and out. The makeup artist, being a big fan, didn’t mind at all and continued praising Carrie’s previous performances while lamenting, “It’s such a shame you’re not the lead.”

“Yes, your idol just doesn’t have the destiny for leading roles,” a sharp, sarcastic voice chimed in.

A woman dressed as a palace maid walked over, sneering at Carrie before sitting down on a chair nearby.

This was Tiffany, the lead actress of the current film.

Tiffany was the youngest daughter of the powerful Grissom family, a genuine heiress with a fortune and influence behind her.

By rights, she didn’t need to work to live comfortably, but Tiffany was born beautiful and had always been used to being the center of attention. As she grew up, she wanted to be the focus of everyone’s gaze, so she whimsically decided to enter the entertainment industry.

She wanted the entire A Nation, and even the world, to know her as an independent woman who didn’t rely on her family, striving to become the most dazzling star.

Unfortunately, reality was harsh-she had no acting talent, and her lead roles were secured purely by her family’s wealth.

In their last project together, Tiffany’s performance was so overshadowed by Carrie’s that even as the lead, she wasn’t as popular as the supporting actress.

And now, she had roped Carrie into another film, claiming it was because they had formed a deep bond in their last collaboration and wanted to work together again.

Carrie wasn’t naive; she knew Tiffany had ulterior motives for bringing her into this project. But what could she do? Tiffany was the daughter of the Grissom family, and the power of capital was overwhelming-she couldn’t resist.

So, when Tiffany mocked her, Carrie acted as if she didn’t hear it, remaining unfazed.

Such hypocrisy.

Tiffany sneered inwardly and then arrogantly ordered the makeup artist attending to Carrie, “Come over here and touch up my makeup.”

Tiffany naturally had her own makeup artist, but she was displeased that this one had been working on Carrie.

The makeup artist, angry but fearful, looked at Carrie, who calmly said, “Go ahead. Tiffany has her own makeup tools; don’t use yours.”

Carrie’s words were a warning, suggesting that Tiffany might find an excuse to cause trouble if the makeup artist used her tools. The makeup artist caught on and quickly nodded.

Carrie moved further away, lowering her head to read the script, but soon the sound of Tiffany berating and making the makeup artist cry reached her ears. Tiffany was upset that her lipstick hadn’t been applied correctly and started scolding her.

“…”

Carrie glanced over without intervening.

She was someone with a cold personality, and in the complex world of entertainment, the most important thing was to know when to act and not to provoke those who shouldn’t be provoked.

The makeup artist’s sobs grew louder, full of grievance.

Carrie, tired of the noise, put on her earplugs. She suddenly thought of someone-a person who had once stood outside Peak Club and told her, “Everyone else wishes you wealth in the entertainment industry. I don’t wish for that; I wish for Carrie to live freely and recklessly.”

Freely and recklessly.

It was only now that she realized how precious those words were. She had earned money, but she hadn’t lived freely.

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After all, even in exams, that person had braved danger alone to pave the way for her success.

Carrie didn’t even glance at the makeup artist, who eventually ran away crying with her belongings. She only stood up when it was time to shoot.

The countless lanterns created a surreal world. The stone steps stretched upwards like a staircase to the heavens, so long they disappeared into the horizon, with nothing but splendor in sight.

Dressed in her lavish costume, Carrie slowly ascended the steps, surrounded by maids. Behind her, Tiffany, in her palace maid outfit, stumbled and bumped into her.

“Who dares to bump into me, a lowly maid?” Carrie coldly glanced at her, raised her hand, and made a gesture as if to slap her.

Tiffany, sitting on the ground, looked up at her with a face full of tears, eyes artfully filled with eye drops, giving her the perfect pitiful expression.

“…”

Carrie found it odd that the director didn’t call for a cut.

She had worked with Tiffany before and knew her nature. Tiffany always claimed to be a daughter of the Grissom family, too dignified to bring shame to the family, so any scene involving kneeling or getting slapped had to be done by a double.

But now, there was no call to stop.

Carrie hesitated, and the director scolded her to redo the scene. Under the countless lights of the city, she raised her hand and gave Tiffany a slap.

She controlled her strength, making it appear forceful on camera while only lightly grazing Tiffany with her fingernails.

Tiffany took the opportunity to dramatically tumble down two steps.

“…”

“…”

The entire set fell into silence.

Anyone with eyes could see what was happening.

Tiffany clearly didn’t care how clumsy her acting was. Sitting on the steps, she turned and asked, “Did you get that?”

Her assistant quickly rushed over, holding two cameras. “Got it, both angles captured perfectly.”

“Good. Post the news later,” Tiffany said while sitting there. “And call my makeup artist.”

Soon after, Tiffany had four realistic finger marks painted on one side of her face.