Chapter 1476: Chapter 1476

Chapter 1476:

“I’m not crying,” Tiffany insisted, forcing a bright smile through her trembling lips.

“I’m just a little overwhelmed to see you here on set, that’s all.”

Yvonne stood off to the side, watching Tiffany interact with Harlee, her eyes narrowing with obvious disdain. She clicked her tongue when spotting the work badge on Harlee’s clothes. How could Tiffany, with her stature as a leading actress, be associated with a mere staff member? If anyone found out, Tiffany would surely be laughed at.

Harlee slowly turned her eyes toward Yvonne, her expression betraying nothing. Her smile disappeared, leaving behind only a cold, unyielding look.

Yvonne stiffened under Harlee’s intense gaze, her eyes skittering away awkwardly. She clenched her hands by her sides, frustration boiling inside. Damn it! How could this woman radiate such a commanding presence?

Harlee’s face darkened, her eyes narrowing with a sharpness that made Yvonne squirm. She posed a question to Tiffany.

“And who exactly is this? What’s she doing in your dressing room?”

Tiffany glanced at Yvonne before answering, keeping her explanation brief.

“This is Yvonne Ramsey, the second female lead. She came by because she thinks I got my own dressing room by currying favor with Clint. So, she came here to confront me.”

Harlee’s eyes took a slow, deliberate measure of Yvonne. Yvonne was dressed head to toe in designer labels, a diamond ring sparkling on her finger, her perfume… heavy in the air.

Every inch of Yvonne was carefully put together, and her makeup was flawless. The air around her seemed heavy with her self-importance.

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Harlee snorted. How could she not know what the second female lead in her script was like? As for this dressing room, it had been set up for Tiffany by Harlee. It was an honor not even Clint enjoyed. The nerve of someone thinking they had a right to it.

Harlee’s lips curled into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile. Her voice, however, was chilling when addressing Yvonne.

“Do you really think the female lead doesn’t deserve her own dressing room, but you do?”

Yvonne was simply consumed with jealousy over Tiffany’s privileges and was looking for any excuse to stir the pot. Putting aside whether or not the female lead deserved a dressing room, Tiffany’s position in the entertainment world certainly warranted one. But Yvonne couldn’t swallow the fact that Clint seemed to have a soft spot for Tiffany. That was why Yvonne had gone out of her way to create drama. Yvonne was sure Tiffany wouldn’t make a big deal out of this.

Originally, Yvonne had only intended to deflate Tiffany’s self-esteem and make her back off from any notions of getting involved with Clint. But then, Harlee unexpectedly appeared.

Yvonne felt a jolt of unease, but when she noticed Harlee’s work badge, her confidence was quickly restored.

However, to maintain her image as the sweet and innocent one in the industry, Yvonne still played her part.

“I didn’t say Tiffany doesn’t deserve a dressing room. What I meant was that this particular one is far too spacious and could be shared by everyone on set. You’re probably new here, and you might not understand the work environment, but all of us—actors, directors, and crew members alike—are working non-stop. That’s why I thought it would be best if Tiffany would be willing to share. Instead, she insisted this dressing room was just for her, and the rest of us weren’t ‘entitled enough’ to use it. And that really frustrated me.”

With these words, Yvonne tried to shift the blame entirely onto Tiffany. Yvonne painted herself as kind while casting Tiffany as selfish and unreasonable, which supposedly justified Yvonne’s outburst. Initially, Yvonne hadn’t planned to admit having said those words, but Harlee’s sudden arrival made her think twice. Fearing that Harlee might’ve overheard, Yvonne reluctantly acknowledged what had happened.

Harlee maintained her poker face. The coldness in her eyes gradually turned into something far sharper, an almost ruthless edge. Her gaze zeroed in on Yvonne, and with slow deliberation, she asked, “Are you this self-righteous?”

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