When she opened her eyes again, beads of tears hung on her eyelashes, and she felt a chill running
down her spine.
She would never forget how Guinevere once almost took her life and killed her only child.
Now that Roger had gone overseas, she had nothing else to worry about.
At this point, nothing else could stir her up more than the thought of exacting revenge.
Because of Bradley’s schedule, the crew brought forward the dinner to celebrate the end of filming.
Stella couldn’t find any reason to reject the invitation and joined the dinner with Angelina.
Weston did not return to Stardust Mansion over the past few days, and she did not contact him. Her
phone remained silent, and she did not receive multiple missed calls.
As much as the atmosphere in this crew was considered relatively harmonious, it was inevitable that
the members were divided according to rank and status.
Stella was naturally relegated to the same table as
Angelina, whereas Bradley was seated with Guinevere.
However, as their tables were very near to each other, Guinevere proposed for dinner to be her treat,
and she would cover all expenses for the night.
Everyone was eager to sing their praises of her, clearly knowing her well-established position in the
industry. Everyone familiar with the industry learned how important it was to get into her good books.
“Thanks, Gwen, for watching after the entire crew during this period. Here’s a toast to you.”
With that, he subconsciously glanced toward Stella.
Stella, however, was oblivious to the look he shot her.
His eyes turned bleak as he lowered his head to sip his wine.
The manager observed him the whole time, and his brows furrowed, looking solemn.
One of the actors, possibly rather tipsy from too much alcohol , offered to drink on Guinevere’s behalf.
“Gwen has to take care of her baby! How can she drink? It won’t be good for breastfeeding.”
Everyone exchanged glances, not expecting something like this to happen and worried that Guinevere
might be offended.
Guinevere sighed. “What are you guys thinking? My child
is almost one year old. It’s about time to wean him off. What’s more, my child takes formula milk. It’s
fine for me to drink a little.”
“Yes, yes. Mr. Ford dotes on Gwen so much; he couldn’t bear to let her suffer!”
A female actress who was rather advanced in years and a mother herself recalled her own experience
in child rearing and chimed in, “Infants are notoriously hard to take care of. It’s sometimes truly
torturous! Thankfully, Gwen, you have a husband who loves and dotes on you.”
Guinevere turned bashful at the mention of Weston. “He does treat me pretty well.”
Everyone began teasing her.
She responded to all of them with a smile and finally raised her glass. “Let me share some good news
with everyone. Zack is about to celebrate his first birthday. If everyone doesn’t mind, please join us at
his party. It’s been great working with you over this period, and I’ve long treated everyone like family,
and that’s why I want to share this joy with everyone.”
Everyone around the table was stunned for a moment before standing up.
“We’ll be there. We’ll be there!”
They weren’t silly, after all, and knew what kind of people would attend Zack’s birthday banquet. For all
they
knew, a golden opportunity lay in wait.
Everyone at that table was cheering and toasting away, whereas Stella’s table behaved more mildly.
Angelina didn’t think much of things and only cared about eating the food before her.
Stella was bored to tears with Guinevere’s performance at the other table. She pulled out her phone
and realized that she had missed multiple calls from Weston.
She replied to one of his messages: “I’m at a dinner gathering.”
She thought he wouldn’t reply quickly, given that she had missed all his calls. She didn’t expect him to
call her back right away.
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