Beverley, in front of the dressing table, grumbled while applying powder to her face. She still felt annoyed with Natalie, who was about to slap her.

“Is it just because she’s a model that she can call me a lowly woman?”

“If Brent didn’t stop her earlier, and I really got slapped, I’d love to slap her back in the face.”

She smiled coldly. “Being able to slap a model would be very satisfying.”

At that moment, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Beverley immediately ...