Chapter 17
The sterile scent of the hospital still clung to the air as Kleanor, under the pretext of visiting, stepped into the bustling environment of Heaven’s Asylum. She was alone, without any assistants at her side. After navigating through the maze of corridors, she found Celeste’s mumm, where she spotted the woman’s aide standing guard at the door. This was the same man who hail thrown all blame into Eleanor daring the Crown Star fashion show debacle,
“You’ve arrived.” Celeste’s assistant offered a hunghty glare at Eleanor, clearly trying to assert control. “You’ll have to wait; Celeste is resting.”
Eleanor tightened het grip on her handbag ansi met his gate with unwavering calm. “Do you know my last name?”
“Of course, it’s Tang,” he replied dismissively.
“Since you’re aware of my surname, you should also understand my family background. You shouldn’t be so brazen in front of me, given that you’re merely an assistant.”
“Is Eleanor here? Please come in.” Ceksle called out from within, her voice laced with annoyance for her aide’s insolence, Creating trouble for Eleanor was futile, especially since Eleanor was backed by the powerfal Tang Emily, tegardless of their current distance from her.
Eleanor lifted her chin, ignoring the furionis assistant as she entered the room. Inside, Celeste was propped up on her bed, her injury bandaged. She managed a smile. “Eleanor, how are you?”
Eleanor knew Celeste had purposely injured herself to prevent her from marrying Percival. This woman trily had no limits.
“I heard from Percival that we need to record a three–minute live stream. Right? Eleanor, since we’re good friends, I’m willing to help you with this, to mitigate the misunderstandings out there.”
Eleanor’s eyes widened. The audacity of Celeste was on par with Percival’s. They all know the truth about her walking the runway for Celeste, yet here Celeste was, eager to pretend it had never happened.
Eleance’s expression turned dark, her voice trembling with anger. “I came to see you because I was concerned…”
“There’s no need for politeness.
“Exactly. We’re all set. The doctor will come to change your bandage soon. To show your sincerity, we’ve planned a scene where you’ll wash Celeste’s feet. This way, the online mulience will sense your heartfelt apology,” the assistant babbled, excitement written all over his face.
“Enough” Eleanor interjected angrily. “Celeste, you and I both know what happened with the runway, Isn’t it time for you to stop this charade?”
“Ekaner, what are you talking about? I can’t understand you.”
“Do you really have to twist everything around?” Eleanor’s voice quivered with frustration. “If it weren’t for Percival, I wouldn’t have tolerated your antics for this long Haven’t Thelped you enough?”
“Eleanor, it’s one thing not to apologize, but why do you defame others? You admitted it was a publicity stunt.” Celeste, a master manipulator, appeared innocent, her words crisp and unyielding.
“I will never apologize to you.” Eleanor asserted, her seriousness radiating from her. Yet, this moment was recorded by Celeste’s assistant, who quickly posted it online with the headline: “Hypocritical Tea Girl Indignant, Claims,
TWill: Never Apologize!”
The storms of controversy reignited.
Reporters flocked to the scene, but Eleaner slipped away, leaving Celeste on camera, sobbing dramatically. I was willing to let this go because we’re in the same industry. under the same agency. But Eleanor has gone too far. Not only has she refused to apologize, but she’s also insulted me!”
A verbal battle ensed once again, pitting these two relatively unknown models against each other in a spectacle that drew in many oblivions onlookers.
Heavens Arts quickly released a statement, apologizing to the public and declaring they would take strict measures against Eleanor, indicating a clear desire to distance themselves from her.
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