The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“…”

Carrie stood at the bottom of the steps, unmoving. Many in the crew looked at her with sympathy, but no one dared to step forward and comfort her.

Carrie was well-liked by audiences and had significant popularity, with good relationships with a few well-known directors. But she lacked a strong background, and that was her downfall.

Tiffany stood up, ignoring the crew that was waiting for her, and turned to Carrie with a smile, saying, “A certain actress thinks her popularity is unmatched, using the scene to slap the leading lady ten times. What do you think of that headline?”

Forcing her to wait long hours for her scenes, forbidding her from bringing her assistant, and only providing boxed meals were all minor tricks. This was Tiffany’s real reason for dragging her into this movie.

Tiffany wanted to reclaim the dignity she lost in the last film, where she was overshadowed by Carrie, by tarnishing her image now.

“If Teacher Tiffany likes it, that’s fine,” Carrie responded, her expression blank. She couldn’t afford to provoke Tiffany.

“I do like it.”

Tiffany smiled and took out her phone for a selfie. Unsatisfied with the result, she grabbed some eye drops and forced herself to create a photo that showed a painful, injured face still trying to smile.

After checking the photo multiple times, Tiffany was pleased and handed the phone to her assistant. “After the news is released, post the photo an hour later. The caption should say it’s for the sake of the role, and that both Carrie and I are professional actors, so everyone should not misunderstand.”

“…”

Carrie stood there, her hand clenched tightly under her wide sleeves, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

“It still doesn’t seem enough.” Tiffany took back the phone and handed it to Carrie. “You hold the phone and take a picture with me leaning on you. It’ll make it look like you’re oppressing me even more.”

Only a wealthy heiress like Tiffany could say such things so matter-of-factly.

“…”

Carrie stood there, her face growing increasingly pale, her hand trembling under her sleeve.

Endure it.

As long as she could calm down this heiress from the Grissom family, things would go smoother for the rest of the shoot.

Carrie told herself this, slowly moving her hand from the layers of her wide sleeves. Just as she was about to reach out, there was a loud “bang!”

An object suddenly fell in front of them, crashing heavily onto the steps.

Carrie froze, while Tiffany was startled. Her assistant quickly walked over and said, “It’s just a drone… Wait, no… It looks like there’s a camera on it, and it’s still recording!”

Hearing this, Tiffany’s face turned pale. Her assistant shouted, “Whose is it? Who’s flying a drone? Don’t you know this is a filming set? You can’t just record here!”

“You can’t just record? Well, it looks like Teacher Tiffany was having quite the time recording,” a cold voice suddenly echoed, distant yet close, sounding ethereal in the vast film studio.

“…”

Carrie stood there, completely stunned. Her eyes wide, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

That voice…

No, it couldn’t be.

Carrie stiffly turned her head, looking up at the highest point of the steps.

At the end of the glowing lights, a tall, slender figure stood there. Her face was partially hidden behind a mask of a beautiful fox, randomly picked from the prop box, covering the upper half of her face. Her lips were visible, and she wore a military-green trench coat that fluttered lightly. The light fell on her, making her look like a major character suddenly appearing in a movie-dazzling, captivating, and heart-stopping.

Carrie watched as she slowly descended the steps, peeling a candy for herself as she did.

It was a mint candy.

Still mint candy.

Carrie, who had endured all kinds of mistreatment without shedding a tear for the past three years, suddenly burst into tears. She covered her face with her hands, crying so hard that the golden headpiece on her head trembled.

“Who is that?” Tiffany looked around in confusion, not understanding how this woman in the fox mask had suddenly appeared.

“Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that my drone has captured quite a bit,” Paige said calmly, spinning a phone in her hand with a cool gesture.

Realizing the drone was hers, Tiffany’s face turned pale. “Hand over the phone.”

“No way. I’m planning to sell it to the media; it should fetch a good price,” Paige replied with a smile.

Carrie stood nearby, forgetting all about her own grievances, crying uncontrollably.

“How dare you!” Tiffany gritted her teeth, glaring at Paige. “Do you know who I am?”

“So what if I do?” Paige scoffed.

“Well, you…”

Tiffany wanted to say something but felt it would be beneath her dignity. She raised her foot and stepped on her assistant’s foot. The assistant quickly turned to Paige, saying, “Give me the phone and drone, and name your price.”

“Ten billion,” Paige said without hesitation.

“You’re crazy! Why don’t you just rob us?” Tiffany snapped.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“My friend has suffered under Teacher Tiffany’s treatment. Ten billion is just compensation for emotional distress,” Paige said as she continued to walk down the steps, her tongue playing with the candy in her mouth, a wave of coolness spreading.

“What?”

Tiffany froze for a moment, then glanced at Carrie. She saw the woman, often described by the media as a cold beauty, standing there crying-crying and laughing like a fool.

“My friend.”

Paige still acknowledged her as someone from the Peak Club. She still…

Carrie felt like crying and laughing at the same time. Suddenly, she rushed over to Paige and hugged her tightly. “Paige, you finally came out…”

Paige almost stumbled backward from the weight of Carrie’s wide and heavy costume. She chuckled, “Three years have passed, and you’ve become even more useless?”

“I’m just a civilian. How could I dare to go against a wealthy heiress?” Carrie sobbed, hugging her.

“Alright then, step aside. Let me handle this for you,” Paige said with some helplessness, patting her gently.

In the darkness behind the film crew, a car was parked. Enrico stood in front of it, arms crossed, watching the scene from afar.

The drone was a new gadget he got from Paige. After playing with it for a while, Paige took it to film the scene, which was when he realized that Paige’s old friend was an actress.

For some reason, he felt a sense of relief.

But now…

Enrico gazed at the city lights, then looked at the two women hugging each other under the lights. Once again, he fell into deep thought, and the feeling of being blocked in his chest began to rise.

Was it really necessary to hug so tightly?

On the steps, Tiffany looked at the two women hugging and laughed. “So you two are in cahoots. And you’re asking for ten billion? I wouldn’t give you a single cent.”

After saying that, Tiffany signaled her assistant with a look.

The assistant immediately waved a hand, and a group of uniformed bodyguards charged forward, heading straight for Paige and Carrie.

Paige’s eyes turned cold. She quickly pushed Carrie aside, and with a swift motion, she pulled out the white silk shawl draped around her arm, wrapped it around her hand, and prepared to face the incoming bodyguards.