Even though Agnes was mentally prepared, she was surrounded by everyone when she returned to the set.
"Agnes, can't believe you're actually Mr. Whitfield's wife; his press conference today was mind-blowing."
"Agnes, I'm so jealous of you, so Mr. Whitfield's visit and treating us to a seafood feast was all because of you."
"Agnes, we've been good friends for so long, and you didn't tell us; that’s a bit unfair; you should treat us to a meal as compensation."
Almost all the girls in the crew were gathered around Agnes, chitchatting.
Ironically, ever since Agnes joined the crew, everyone had kept their distance from her because of her relationship with Beatrice.
But now, knowing that her "status" far surpassed Beatrice, everyone was keen to get on her good side.
Agnes didn’t think anything was wrong with them, nor would she look down upon them, as this was simply the survival rule in this circle.
Just like grass always seeks shelter under a large tree, everyone was just doing what they had to do.
Sitting alone at her makeup table, Beatrice angrily snapped her eyeliner pencil.
Beatrice got up and walked over, parting the crowd. "Do you all really believe what the news says? I don't believe they're really married; Jared must have said so just to protect his reputation."
May Kelly chimed in from the side: "Beatrice, didn't you watch the news? Mr. Whitfield has already announced their marriage certificate; could it be fake? How does having your dream prince become your sister's husband feel?"
Beatrice was shaking with anger, but she didn't answer May Kelly.
Pointing at Agnes, she accused, "Agnes, when did you start seducing Jared? You've been playing a game all this time, deliberately deceiving me; just how deep is your scheming? Do you take me for a fool?"
It was clear to everyone that Beatrice had always wanted to be Mrs. Whitfield.
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