Clara ground her teeth and slammed her hand down on the table. âI donât need her pity! I, Clara, would rather panhandle on the streets than take Ivyâs charity!â
A sly grin crossed Giselleâs lips as she did not linger after achieving her goal, grabbing her purse and preparing to leave.
âAlright then! Clara, no matter what, Iâm glad to have met you. If the chance arises, Iâd love to collaborate with you.â
Once Giselle had left, Clara exploded with rage.
âBitch! Theyâre all bitches!!!â
Clara could have never imagined that Ivy, who had sworn off entanglements with older men, would snag such a powerful sugar daddy!
The thought of Ivy becoming an internet sensation made Claraâs skin crawl with discomfort, a mix of jealousy and frustration gnawing at her.
Clara shot up from her seat with venom in her eyes.
âIvy wants fame, huh? Well, letâs show the world the disgraceful side of Ivy!â She cursed inside.
She thought of someone she could use and pulled out her phone to contact a man listed as âRaven.â
[Raven, itâs Clara. I need a favor from you.]
[Whatâs up? Your problems are mine, too!]
Clara sent Ivyâs photo to Raven and added, [This woman. I want you to grab her for me.]
[Whoa, quite the looker!] Raven whistled upon receiving the photo. [Whatâs your beef with this beauty?]
Clara tapped her phone impatiently. [Canât tell you now. Raven, are you up for this? Iâll pay a deposit now, and once itâs done, another hundred grand will be in your account. If youâre not game, Iâll find someone else.]
Ravenâs voice came through confidently, âKidnap her? Thereâs nothing I wouldnât dare! Give me the time and place, and my boys will deliver a video youâll be satisfied with.â
With Ravenâs agreement, a sinister smile spread across Claraâs face.
The thought of Ivyâs defilement going viral was almost too delicious, and she could barely contain a burst of laughter.
âHa! Ivy, everyoneâs gonna see what trash you really are, and theyâll spit in your face!â
So what if Ivy was famous now? So what if she had a wealthy patron?
Once she was tarnished and soiled, would her patron still want her?
Clara imagined Ivyâs backer disgusted by her impurity, feeling utterly exhilarated. All that was left was to watch the drama unfold. Meanwhile, Ivy remained blissfully unaware.
Her dayâs work was done after wrapping up her scenes for the afternoon. She said goodbye to the crew and hopped in a cab to visit a bookstore she had been longing to browse.
She was a bit of a sensation now, not swarmed by fans, but recognized on the street without causing a scene.
The director had even advised her to savor these moments of anonymity, warning that once the movie hit, her fame might make it a hassle to just walk down the street.
Ivy figured Colton was overestimating her impact. How could she become a star from just one movie?
She was only focused on the new release she had been waiting for at her favorite bookstore.
While perusing the shelves, she bumped into a few fans who recognized her.
âExcuse me, are you Ivy?â
Ivy turned, her actorâs makeup gone, revealing a fresh-faced beauty that made her seem even more radiant.