CHAPTER 112: HUMILIATING LAURA INFRONT OF THE OFFICE STAFFS

Laura’s eyes immediately flickered with a sly glint as she spotted her.

With a mocking tone, she drawled, "Well, if it isn’t the assistant from the CEO’s office?

What brings you here?"

Sarah smiled gently, well aware of Laura’s temperament.

Provoking this little princess would only delay the shoot further.

Without missing a beat, she took Laura’s hand and said warmly, "Beauty was assigned by Assistant Lena to help me out.

She’s my assistant now, so if you need anything, just let Beauty know."

Laura arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, shooting Beauty a dramatic eye roll that nearly sent her eyeballs rolling out of her head.

Beauty ignored her.

After all, she wasn’t Laura’s assistant—what was there to fear?

True to form, Laura proved to be a nightmare to work with.

One moment, the lighting wasn’t right; the next, she claimed to have no inspiration.

The entire studio was thrown into chaos, everyone sweating under the pressure.

Beauty was run ragged, treated like a servant.

In her eight-centimeter heels, her legs were ready to give out.

The only thing missing was kneeling beside Laura to fan her.

"I want chicken chips from KWD. Beauty, be a dear and fetch it for me!"

Beauty had just stepped out of the restroom, not even a sip of water to her name, and already she was being ordered to make a KDW run.

The midday sun was scorching—another trip outside meant another layer of sweat.

Sarah had other matters to attend to, so she only dropped by occasionally to check on progress, leaving most of the work to Beauty.

Before leaving, she gave Beauty’s shoulder a reassuring pat and whispered, "Hang in there.

I’ll treat you to something nice for lunch."

Beauty nodded wearily, wiping the sweat from her face with a damp tissue before diving back into the fray.

Though the photographer had several assistants, Beauty was still responsible for wardrobe issues.

Laura was impossibly picky, spending nearly half an hour each time selecting outfits—her diva antics knew no bounds.

Given that she was the CEO’s sister, everyone tolerated her behavior as much as possible.

After all, no one dared to bully this privileged royal relative who acted with impunity under her "get-out-of-jail-free card."

In the entire studio, apart from Beauty, who couldn’t be bothered with her, everyone else indulged her, practically treating her like a queen.

"You just told Miss Sarah you didn’t want to eat when she asked.

Now you want chicken chips? It’s scorching outside—where do you expect me to get it from?" Beauty set down the clothing rack, her face flushed with frustration.

From running around nonstop, her cheeks were tinged pink, and tiny beads of sweat dotted her temples.

Laura stood on the elevated platform, looking down at her with a condescending smirk.

She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.

"I want Chicken chips. Was that chicken chips earlier?

You’re just a lowly assistant—who do you think you are, scolding me?"

The fire in Beauty’s chest flared up.

If it weren’t for her colleagues and the fear of delaying the shoot, she would’ve walked out long ago.

Whoever wanted this thankless job could have it.

"That’s right, I *am* just a small-time assistant—not like you, the Marson family’s little princess.

But this isn’t your home; it’s a company.

You’re just another employee here.

What gives you the right to boss everyone around?

Your job is to cooperate, not hold up production.

Did you think the office was your living room and we’re all your moms?"

Beauty’s words struck a chord with everyone present, voicing the grievances they’d bottled up for so long.

Even before she arrived, Laura had been like this—putting it nicely, she was domineering; putting it bluntly, she was a bully hiding behind her family’s power.

Silently, everyone cheered Beauty on, though no one dared to show it on their faces.

Offending Laura was out of the question. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Laura sneered, her words laced with venom.

"Don’t think just because you seduced my brother, you can play the role of my sister-in-law and lecture me.

Even *he* doesn’t scold me—who the hell do you think you are?

Nothing but a cheap gold-digger!"

Her insults were crude and vicious, a far cry from the refined demeanor expected of a socialite.

Clearly spoiled rotten since childhood, she’d grown up without anyone daring to discipline her, resulting in this outrageously arrogant personality.

All eyes turned to Beauty.

Especially after that bombshell about "seducing Lucas"—almost everyone shot her incredulous, scandalized looks.

She had never been the type to take bullying lying down.

Apart from Lucas himself, there wasn’t a soul she feared, least of all Laura.

In one swift motion, she yanked Laura down from the platform, leaving the girl pale with fright.

Stiletto heels and all—if she had lost her balance and fallen straight down, she wouldn’t have been able to get out of bed the next day.

Eyes wide with shock, Laura let out a piercing shriek.

The onlookers gasped, but no one dared to intervene.

Beauty steadied her firmly, not letting her hit the ground, then smirked at the terror twisting Laura’s pretty face.

Her voice was ice-cold as she delivered each word like a slap: "Consider this a lesson from your mother not teaching you when to quit.

Don’t think being a Marson’s heiress makes you untouchable.

Even if your brother throws me out of the Marson family, I won’t let you slander me here."

Beauty’s gaze was razor-sharp.

It cut straight through Laura, chilling her to the bone, leaving her too terrified to even breathe.

"I’ll grab chicken chips for everyone.

Take a break."

Finally releasing her grip, Beauty turned on her heel and strode out of the studio without a backward glance, her expression unreadable.

The room buzzed with stunned silence in her wake.

Behind her, the furious clatter of high heels hitting the floor echoed—Laura’s trembling rage audible even from a distance.

No one dared approach.

They simply let her storm off.

Everyone secretly snickered while simultaneously admiring Beauty’s audacity.

In this entire company, apart from Lucas himself, she was probably the only one who dared to stand up to her like that.

The incident quickly reached Lucas’s ears.

When he stepped out of his office, Lena recounted the story to him as if it were just a piece of amusing gossip.

Lucas fell silent for a couple of seconds before breaking into a wide grin.

"Boss, I have to say, I was really impressed by Beauty today," Lena said with a chuckle, carefully studying his expression.

"She’s not even as tall as Laura, and she’s so slender—yet she just wrapped her arm around Laura’s waist and yanked her right off that high platform.

I bet she scared the living daylights out of the staffs."

As she spoke, Lena kept turning Laura’s words over in her mind, trying to gauge their truthfulness.

How could someone as cold and calculating as Lucas possibly be interested in a reckless little girl like her?

Clearly, Beauty was nothing like the women he’d dated before.

It was impossible not to be suspicious.