Chapter 842

Unsurprisingly, nobody dared to question Ashlyn.

Bright and charming as always, the latter broke the silence with a little chuckle. “Are we talking about Snowstorm? I can assure you she’s no terrifying beast or monster. She’s just a young lady. If you guys want to know her, I’ll get her to show herself.”

One of the male directors looked at Ashlyn thoughtfully. “Mrs. Nolan, are you saying you know Snowstorm well?”

“Yes, I guess you can say that,” Ashlyn replied with a nod.

“That’s Mrs. Nolan for you! Snowstorm is so secretive that it’s almost impossible to catch a glimpse of her!”

“I’ve tried to schedule a meet-up with her several times, but she always turned me down,” a female producer chimed in.

“Yes, yes! Me too!”

Soon, everyone began chattering away and discussing among themselves.

Meanwhile, Naomi picked up a glass of juice and casually took a sip. When she turned around, however, a cold gust of wind hit her face.

Before she could react, a tight slap landed on her left cheek.

The searing pain started to spread, and Naomi could feel her ears buzzing from the impact.

Even those, who were actively discussing Snowstorm, had gone silent as they turned toward the sound.

The reporters, too, couldn’t help but watch on curiously.

When Ashlyn saw Naomi getting slapped, she strode over and stared incredulously at the perpetrator.

As it turned out, the woman was none other than the lead actress of Angel and Devil, Sandra Wagner.

“Sandra, what’s the meaning of this?” Ashlyn asked with an angry frown. “Why did you hit her?”

Sandra’s face contorted with rage as she pointed her finger at Naomi. “She has such a bad personality, so why can’t I hit her?”

“Why would you accuse Naomi like that? You better make yourself clear, Sandra. Otherwise, I won’t let you off!”

Since Naomi’s skin was fair and delicate, it didn’t take long before an ugly red handprint appeared on her cheek. Worst of all, blood had also begun trickling from a cut on her lip.

Naomi coolly wiped off the blood and stared at Sandra. “Ms. Wagner, what have I done to deserve this slap from you?”

Not only was she calm and collected, but she also didn’t abuse her privilege as the heiress of Nolan Group or put on airs.

Because of that, Sandra’s arrogance instantly took a hit.

Other than Ashlyn, Jonathan, and Greg, the rest of the crowd was clearly enjoying the show.

There were many eyes glued on Naomi’s face, and the reporters, especially, couldn’t stop snapping away with their cameras.

On the other hand, some of the onlookers were gloating as they waited to see Naomi make a fool of herself. Kelly Zimmer, unsurprisingly, was one of them.

“Wait and see, Kel. I’m sure Naomi’s reputation is going into the gutter,” Kelly’s manager, Leah, said excitedly.

No amount of words could describe how much she was looking forward to Naomi’s downfall.

Of course, Kelly shared the same sentiments. Oh, I’d love to see Naomi get kicked out of showbiz!

What’s she doing here, anyway? Why would she leave the high life to compete with me and steal my awards? Now that this is happening, I shall return the favor by enjoying every bit of the show!

Naomi remained unfazed, which only made Sandra glare at her with even more hatred and disgust.

“Earlier, when we were both washing our hands in the restroom, I remember leaving my ring on the sink. Only after drying my hands and looking back did I realize it was gone!” she thundered.

“What has your missing ring got to do with me?” Naomi retorted. Is this woman out of her mind?

Meanwhile, the judges and other bigwigs of the entertainment industry looked on with grim expressions.

After all, it was easy to tell that Sandra was accusing Naomi of stealing her ring.

“That ring was loaned to me by the company. Now that I’ve lost it, what am I supposed to tell them?

You were the only person in the restroom with me, so who else but you could have taken it?” Sandra fumed. “Naomi Nolan, you’re from the prestigious Nolan Group and can easily afford anything you want. Why would you still eye my ring?”