Maria Carter took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
After comforting her assistant with a few words, she anxiously asked, "Is anyone hurt?"
Just as the assistant was about to respond, there was a sudden rush of high-heeled footsteps from behind.
Alia Willow’s assistant stord over furiously and slapped Maria’s assistant hard.
"How dare you hide a needle in Alia’s dress?"
The slap was so forceful that Maria’s assistant staggered and fell to the ground.
The other party seed unsatisfied, rolling up her sleeves, intending to continue attacking.
Maria Carter quickly intercepted and angrily reprimanded, "Who allowed you to hit?"
At this mont, Alia Willow also approached.
"So what if she did? Your shoddy dress hurt Alia!"
Alia’s assistant remained aggressive, showing no intention of holding back.
"Alia Willow? How could it be you?" Maria Carter was surprised to see Alia, rembering that the dress was ant for a host with the surna Guan.
Alia sneered, her smile full of mockery, "Stop pretending, Maria Carter. I wondered who could be so vicious to tamper with my dress; turns out it was you."
Alia, a seasoned veteran in the entertainnt industry, had impeccable acting skills. Her eyes reddened, tears flowed imdiately, and she purposely lifted her skirt, revealing several shocking wounds on her leg.
Her assistant, seeing this, imdiately raised her voice, attracting the attention of those around them with a piercing noise.
A crowd gathered, whispering and pointing fingers.
Seeing the wounds on Alia’s leg, Maria Carter felt a "boom" in her head and was suddenly blank-minded.
Alard, she still forced herself to stay calm and argued, "The dress is fine... stop making false accusations!"
But Alia wouldn’t relent and sharply retorted, "Are you saying I hid the needle myself? My leg was supposed to appear in an ad, a several-million-dollar stockings ad ruined because of you, and it might leave scars!"
As she spoke, her assistant produced a few needles, justifying, "These were found in the dress!"
"Alia Willow, we have our differences, but I didn’t put the needles there. We can resolve this privately."
Maria Carter desperately sought a truce, but Alia wouldn’t listen.
Alia’s assistant added fuel to the fire, "We’ve already called the police. This is bodily harm; it could an jail ti!"
Maria’s assistant panicked, tugging at Maria’s clothes and pleading tearfully, "Maria, think of sothing. If things escalate, the studio will close, and you might end up in jail!"
Seeing this, Alia beca even more arrogant and said smugly, "Maria Carter, you have to compensate a million dollars and kneel before to apologize. So what if you’re a miss of the Carter Family? You still have to kneel obediently!"
Deep down, Maria Carter was stubborn beyond asure, standing her ground, refusing to bow. However, she had no evidence to prove her innocence. Just as she was growing increasingly desperate, the police arrived to take Maria away for questioning.
Emily Parker had been silently observing everything from the side, wearing a mask.
She quietly approached, unnoticed by Alia who was basking in the joy of victory, in a great mood. Suddenly, Alia felt an intense itch on her leg, instinctively glancing down to see a rash appear. She turned pale with fright and lashed out furiously, "What’s happening? Quickly, have the assistant figure it out!" The assistant, pale with fear, inspected hastily and inadvertently blurted out, "Those needles... those needles were bought by ..."
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