Filed To Story: My Accidental Bride Is a Fashion Circle Queen Novel
She knew better than anyone how Eric was.
“Aren’t you angry?”
“Why should I be angry?” Emma asked back. “In this industry, there are plenty of people who have said even worse things than you. Why should I care?”
“In that case, what do you get out of being with Eric? Or, could it be that you are well aware of where you stand and know that he is just having a bit of fun with you, yet you don’t care?”
Words like this were extremely straightforward. Even Nessa, who was watching from the side, broke out in a cold sweat on behalf of Emma.
Although Eric had revealed that he was in a relationship with Emma, Ivana was right. In this industry, the true entertainment industry, Eric had merely revealed a relationship. It wasn’t of much benefit to Emma, since they could break up at any time. And the Big Boss of the Entertainment industry – who was hidden out of view, high up above everyone else – if he wanted to get rid of a model, it would be as simple as a few words.
It was extremely simple…
To be honest, in the eyes of the public, an actor/actress was merely a performer. Meanwhile, models were even worse – they practically sold their bodies.
Seeing Emma did not say anything, Ivana crossed her arms, “Originally, I had something urgent to deal with that day. I was merely a little late, it wasn’t a big deal. Do you know how many people would die to marry me? But, who would have thought Mr. Roberts would have such bad taste. It’s like I can’t even compare to someone that sells their body.”
Emma maintained a smile the entire time, not taking Ivana’s words to heart. Nessa thought Emma was rendered speechless by Ivana’s words, but after she looked at the exp**ssions of the other artists on their table, Nessa let out a gentle laugh.
Ivana’s words didn’t just offend Emma.
Selling their bodies?
The other artists glared at Ivana like she was a joke. Someone even pretended to knock over a wine glass; the content spilling all over Ivana’s dress.
“Sorry Ivana, let me wipe that up for you.”
“No need, keep your distance from me,” Ivana jumped up out of her seat avoiding physical contact and immediately headed for the bathroom.
After she left, the female artists sitting around the table crossed their arms, “Every time I see someone that acts like they are better than everyone else, I feel like throwing a slap across their face.”
“Emma, how could you tolerate her?”
Emma lifted her wine glass as a toast to the women, fully uncovering her black belly nature.
Why did she personally have to make a move when someone would eventually use their actions to tell her how despising someone was?
Nessa lowered her head and let out a gentle laugh. It was worth mentioning that Emma’s methods were definitely an eye-opener.
“I finally understand why, out of the billions of women in this world, you are the one to be standing beside Eric.”
Emma turned and looked at Nessa as she sneered, “Don’t use your assumptions to judge the relationship bet**en Eric and I.”
“Emma, we are all a part of this industry; no one is truly clean.”
“If you are referring to the way I dealt with Ivana, I must point out that I never claimed to be a good person. My motto has always been: I will not attack those that don’t attack me first.” After speaking, Emma no longer conversed with the women on her table. After all, she didn’t want to waste time on people that weren’t on the same page.
Afterwards, Ivana did not return to her seat. Emma later found out that she had moved to the VIP table.
The event lasted a few hours; not too long, but not too short either. Finally, the time was 11pm. At this time, Eric’s phone call arrived, “I’m here.”
Emma stood up to leave with the rest of the guests. As she reached the entrance, she found Eric’s car parked eye-catchingly out front. It caught the attention of many people as they surrounded the car; some even whistled.
However, just as Emma headed towards Eric’s direction, Ivana exited from the main entrance and walked straight up to him. Before Emma boarded the car, Ivana stretched out her hand towards Eric, “Hi, Mr. Roberts…”
Eric had just opened the car door for Emma. He looked down at Ivana’s outstretched hand, but did not immediately shake it. Instead, he calmly scanned his eyes over Emma as she said, “It’s best you don’t shake her hand. After all, Ivana will end up washing it afterwards.”
Eric immediately caught on to the hidden meaning within Emma’s words. However, he still shook Ivana’s hand, only after he put on a pair of white gloves from his pocket.
Ivana was extremely unimp**ssed. But, even worse, after shaking her hand, Eric directly threw the gloves into the bin.
Ivana held back her anger and once again tried to provoke Emma, “I’m sorry for being late on August 19th. I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Oh…that’s why ten minutes later I picked someone else. Did Ivana actually end up arriving?”
In other words, he was telling Ivana not to think so highly of herself. “I’m sorry…I should have asked my assistant to send my apologies. Although you were someone I randomly picked, I should have notified you so you didn’t have to wait.”
By now, Ivana’s face was as red as a tomato. She was so tempted to drill a hole in the ground and hide out for a while.
“Also, next time, I hope Ivana can act accordingly. After all, this is the first time we have met.” After speaking, Eric gestured for Emma to board the car and closed the door. Ivana was left standing there with her fists tightly clenched.
She never imagined, her initial intention to humiliate Emma, turned into herself being humiliated by Eric.
Of course, observers got the chance to witness Eric’s wife-doting capabilities.
“This Ivana is so easy to hate. Can you guys guess what she said about actresses and models? She said they sell their bodies!”
“What can we say? Someone was born with a silver spoon in their mouths, whereas us body-sellers simply can’t compare.”
“Look at how Mr. Roberts mocked her, it was so satisfying. He directly threw his gloves in the bin – how cool!”
“Let’s stop looking. No matter how handsome he is, he will not be yours.”
Eric did not care about the eyes that were upon him as he drove off with Emma. However, halfway home, he stopped the car on the side and said, “Come, move to the front passenger seat.”
Emma turned her head and ignored him.
“Are you jealous?”
“Back then, grandfather was hassling me to get married. So, I simply picked a random name from a list of socialite families that grandfather showed me. It’s that simple,” Eric explained. “After all, I had not met you at that time. So, I thought it wouldn’t make a difference who I spent the rest of my life with.”
Emma turned her gaze back to Eric, “Earlier today, Ivana said that according to your family background, there is no way you would marry me.”
“Next time, carry your marriage certificate around wherever you go. If you come across a situation like this again, directly throw it in their face,” Eric replied dotingly.
“She also said, I should know better than her, how filthy a model is.”
“Mrs. Roberts, are you trying to lodge a complaint?” Eric stretched out his hand to tug at Emma. At this time, she finally gave up and moved to the front seat. “I’ve already avenged you. Can we put this in the past?”
“I’ve offended another rich heiress. In future, if she decides to come looking for trouble, what should I do?”
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