Chapter 1282

Benny’s fists clenched slightly, hidden beneath the blanket.

His face remained flat, but within him, he promised.

Yes, when he regained his strength, Seamarsh would be his destination.

Following the snow scene incident, Matthew personally drove Stella to the film set.

As they arrived, Stella was about to exit the car when Matthew caught her wrist.

He looked to the set, his voice laced with concern.

“Take care of yourself.

Say no when you need to.

You’re my wife; you don’t need to bend for anyone.

”

Stella almost laughed, seeing the worry etched on his face.

She found his concern a bit over the top.

If not for an important meeting at Prosperity Group today, she could easily picture Matthew spending the entire day on set.

She reassured him, “I’m on set.

The director looks out for me.

After yesterday’s incident, Elizabeth will probably keep a low profile.

Any further antics would be bad for her image.

”

Elizabeth’s top search result had been removed that morning.

Stella could imagine Elizabeth’s distress over the online backlash.

Sensible behavior was the best course of action for Elizabeth now.

“I won’t be there.

Keep an eye on Elizabeth,” Matthew reminded her, still uneasy.

“I understand,” Stella said.

“But if you keep holding me here, I’ll be late.

Then people will talk about me being arrogant.

”

She smiled, gently ki*sed the corner of Matthew’s mouth, and stepped out of the car.

Matthew waited until she entered the set before driving off.

A short distance away, something occurred to him.

He put on his Bluetooth headset and called Fernando.

“Did you send everything out?”

Fernando confirmed, “Yes, it’s all been dispatched.

Bella will soon see the news about Stella on the set, along with all her past designs.

”

“Alright,” Matthew responded softly.

“That’s good to hear.

”

Upon reaching the set, Stella first headed to the restroom.

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While washing her hands, she heard the click of high heels behind her.

Looking up, she saw Elizabeth’s reflection in the mirror.

Elizabeth stood by the door, her arms crossed, exuding arrogance and disdain.

It was clear she had come specifically for Stella.

Stella turned off the faucet, dried her hands, and faced Elizabeth.

“What do you want?” she asked calmly.

Elizabeth had given up on being amiable with Stella.

She knew any pretense of weakness or pleas for sympathy would be futile against Stella.

She cut to the chase.

“How much would it take for you to leave Matthew?”

Stella found the question absurd.

“On what grounds do you ask me to leave my husband? Are you his mother or grandmother?”