“The way you look now, you’re already being pushed aside. Why not be smart and hand over your spot? If you wait until they throw you out, it’ll only look worse.”
I looked at her and said calmly, “What are you, that you think you can talk to me?”
Her expression froze, and she opened her mouth angrily.
I didn’t let her continue.
I slapped her.
Clear and loud in the tight backstage room.
“Being a mistress is one thing, but someone as cheap as you, this is the first time I’ve seen it!”
Maeve held her cheek, stunned. Then tears fell in streams.
And almost at that moment, Zion rushed back.
He pushed me aside without holding back, pulling Maeve straight into his arms.
“What happened? Maeve, who bullied you?”
Curled in his arms, she cried hard, “Brother Zion… I only wanted to explain to Sister…”
“But she called me cheap and suddenly hit me…”
Twisting the truth completely, her words flowed smoothly.
I had been shoved by Zion so hard I stumbled, my back hitting a nearby camera, the metal edge sending a sharp sting through me.
My stomach tightened.
But Zion was already staring at me coldly.
“Natalie, have you made enough trouble?”