Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

"Hey, aren't you Miss Clark?" A woman's voice came from yonder and it was filled with animosity. "Aren't you bored, being all alone here?"

Harriet raised her head, it was Aya and she was looking down at Harriet with disdain.

Seeing that it was a fellow female star, Harriet immediately knew that she wasn't approaching her with good intentions. She was certain that this woman was among the people who talked behind her back, and was a part of Camille's so-called "best friend group". One time, Cherry cried with vexation because of them, Harriet thought to herself that she should be wary of them.

"I see that you are all alone as well." Harriet replied relaxedly, "If you're not bored, then I'm not either."

Aya giggled, "Not everyone is like you, you couldn't even hold on to your own man."

She looked to her side as she said that, a young man in a suit immediately came right up to her, diligently passing her a bottle of champagne. He smiled at her, bent over backwards to please her, "Miss Watson, would you like to have something to eat?"

Aya waved her hand, "No. There's somebody here who is ruining my appetite."

Harriet recognized the young man, his name was Andre and he was a little-known male star. He entered showbiz for a few years already, but he never got popular. The reason behind it was because his character was questionable.

He was in the news before for sexually harassing an actress during shooting, he was almost blacklisted but managed to grasp on a lifeline. Looking at the situation right now, it must be Aya who bailed him out of the situation.

"Miss Clark, would you mind moving to another seat?" Andre suddenly requested as he was hinted to do it.

Harriet grimaced, "There are so many seats around, why should I move away?"

Aya snorted, "Because this is a good seat, you can overlook and get a good view of the floor below from here. You should switch seats now while you still can, you wouldn't want to get into trouble with me."

Since the other person wasn't even trying to be polite to her, Harriet decided that she shouldn't just take it either. She smiled cockily and said, "What if I don't want to?"

"Who do you think you are?" Aya wailed, "Don't think you're a big shot just because you came here with Mr. Smith. But see, he immediately left you alone as soon as you guys reached here. If I were you, I would be so ashamed and would quickly leave the event. Oh, I forgot. Your skin is so thick that you can't feel shame, and you still have the mood to sit around and eat."

unhappy, to begin with, and Aya kept rubbing it in. She felt her

as Mr. Smith's female companion,

her eyes filled with sarcasm

wasn't very well-known, and that he was making Aya lose face

I see that you want to do it the hard way. Don't blame me if things were to get ugly," said Andre

important event." She glanced coldly at the duo, "It's

"I'm afraid that you're the one that will be having a hard time winding up the matter. Who do you think is

she tried to dodge the man's attack, she saw Aya hold a glass up and was going to spill the

avoid it in time. Harriet's face was splashed with champagne, she looked miserable. The exquisite lace evening dress now had alcohol

is what you get from going against me,

could finish her sentence, her face was now drenched as well. She couldn't believe what just happened and her eyes were wide open, "How

he didn't think that Harriet would

poured a cup of red

eye, she wasn't the type

taking it the hard way, you're the one that started it

"Harriet… you!"

puffing in anger, she raised her hand and was going to slap Harriet on the face. At this very moment, she heard an ice-cold voice behind

supposedly busy talking

understood that something bad had

"I'm… I…"

and told me to leave, she then proceeded to splash her drink on me because I wasn't willing to. Look, the dress you got for me is all stained

end of her sentence, she wore

man's face darkened.

she remembered what Camille taught her. She immediately followed suit, acted all pitiful and explained