Chapter 1285

Every minute wasted stalls the entire shoot.

”

The tension crackled in the air.

Everyone knew Luther was furious.

After all, Stella wasn’t just a stylist in the filming crew; she was also Matthew’s wife.

The crew knew they had to tread carefully out of respect for Matthew.

But Luther had asked Stella to apologize.

Stella, however, was unfazed.

She spread her palms, her voice flat.

“I didn’t do anything.

Why should I apologize?”

Elizabeth’s sobs resumed.

“I don’t need anything.

Just an apology from Stella.

Then I can forgive her and we can start filming.

”

Stella narrowed her eyes, recognizing the calculated play.

Yesterday’s incident had been squarely in her favor, and Elizabeth should be the one apologizing.

Yet, here she was, painting herself the victim.

Stella’s resolve hardened.

There was no way she’d play along, let alone admit to something she hadn’t done.

“Elizabeth slapped herself,” she said, her tone firm.

“If that’s stopping her from acting, I’m happy to step in for today.

But I won’t apologize for something I didn’t do.

”

She stepped closer, examining the red marks on Elizabeth’s cheeks with a knowing click of her tongue.

“You’re being awfully hard on yourself.

I’ve seen the script, you have a demanding day ahead.

Is setting me up really worth this?”

Hidden from view by Stella, Elizabeth’s face contorted into a mask of barely contained fury.

Her eyes, if anyone could see them, were daggers aimed at Stella’s back.

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Stella remained calm, even offering a slight smile.

“And those marks on your face are quite noticeable.

Maybe the makeup artist can work some magic.

”

Elizabeth fumed, teeth clenched, but forced down her anger.

“Just apologize, Stella.

That’s all I need.

”

“I won’t apologize.

I didn’t touch you,” Stella reiterated, each word firm.

The standoff simmered until a sudden ringtone pierced the tension from the bathroom.

It rang briefly, then silence.

But the brief sound confirmed one thing: there was a witness.

Someone who could break the deadlock.

Elizabeth’s eyes flickered in a moment of panic before she composed herself.

She called out, her voice surprisingly calm, “Who’s there? Who’s in the bathroom?”

Silence pressed down, everyone’s gaze fixed on the closed door.

The door clicked and creaked, and then Elin emerged, head bowed, shuffling out slowly.

Relief washed over Elizabeth at the sight of Elin.