CHAPTER 124: CHAPTER 124: FOX SPIRIT

After hearing the other’s explanation, Yvonne Young didn’t restrain her arrogant expression; instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and replied in an elusive manner as if having a sudden realization, "Oh, so you’re the reincarnation of that legendary fox spirit Daji Su."

Clara Bennett furrowed her brows, a hint of confusion in her tone, "What exactly does Young mean by this? Could you explain it a bit clearer? I really can’t understand your meaning."

Yvonne Young wasn’t in a hurry. She continued in a slow yet firm tone, "I don’t have any special meaning. I just want to remind you that I’ve always looked down upon actors who rely solely on their looks to get by. I’m also very opposed to those who not only have poor acting skills but also disrupt the crew’s atmosphere. Some people think they are something just because they’re a bit handsome, clinging to the male lead before filming even starts. Even worse, some even try to flirt with married men, which is utterly shameless. Ultimately, if a female artist survives in the entertainment circle relying only on beauty and not genuine talent, her path will only get narrower until there’s no way out."

Hearing this, Clara Bennett felt as if a breath was stuck in her chest, almost suffocating her, but she soon adjusted her breathing to calm down, gradually showing a bitter smile on her face, "Young, although I really respect you, that doesn’t mean you can talk about me recklessly, right? After all, everyone hopes to get along well. If we keep getting at each other, it’ll end up in a lose-lose situation. Thus, let’s save some face and space for each other, otherwise, don’t blame me if I do something that makes us both uncomfortable if things get out of hand."

Clearly, this veteran actor hadn’t expected a newcomer to respond so frankly, appearing momentarily stunned, seemingly pondering how to respond appropriately.

Seeing this, Clara Bennett slowly stood up from her chair, a smile with a hint of irony at the corner of her mouth.

"Indeed, I agree with your point that ’female artists shouldn’t rely solely on personal charm without improving acting skills,’ but why place such a crime on my head? Take the things you just mentioned: approaching the male lead? George Taylor asked me out for dinner, and I refused without hesitation, showing no intention of further interaction. Isn’t that considered rejecting entanglement? Or currying favor with the director? Are you sure you haven’t seen me sucking up to Director Smith? Moreover, I’m puzzled; you have such excellent acting skills, yet why have you made no progress all these years? Listening to your statements just now, it suddenly dawned on me—it might just be that this mouth of yours has dragged you back quite a bit."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present could clearly feel the tension in the air, seeing Lady Cooper, who had been calm and composed, suddenly flushed with anger, pointing a trembling finger at the girl standing not far away, furious, "How dare you! Speaking such words to someone far more experienced?"

Facing the sudden fury, Clara Bennett did not back down but rose to the challenge instead, "So what? Do you really think you can suppress a newcomer at will? Since you yourself said to keep a low profile and not stand out, changing tactics to attack me now, aren’t you afraid of leaving a handle for others to criticize you?"

Yvonne Young: "!!!"

Why is this newcomer so arrogant!

She was so angry her face turned red, nearly jumping up, "You’re too presumptuous! Believe it or not, I’ll block you, and you won’t survive in this circle at all! Do you think just because I’ve played supporting roles all these years, I haven’t accumulated connections? You think I have no fans to back me up? Apologize to me immediately! Or this will never end!"

Will Clara Bennett lower her head and admit her mistake?

The answer is absolutely not.

Not to mention her strong background, even Yvonne Young’s little abilities couldn’t touch her in the slightest.

Even without bringing out her second brother as a trump card, she could handle these issues entirely on her own.

Her gaze was firm and calm.

Clara Bennett smiled leisurely as if facing a trivial matter.

She casually picked up a lipstick and an eyeshadow from the dressing table, applying them carelessly on her face.

Yvonne Young was completely baffled, "What are you doing? I told you to apologize, did you hear that! If you walk out this door today, you can kiss your lead actress role goodbye!"

Her heart was full of anger and confusion, not understanding why the other remained so relaxed.

Clara Bennett calmly replied, "Young, seeing you speak so candidly just now, you must have offended quite a few people in the circle, right? But why have I never heard of anyone exposing you for bullying newcomers? Could it be they dare not speak?"

Yvonne Young gritted her teeth, her eyes ablaze with anger, "I’m just being reasonable!"

She was trying her best to defend her stance.

"Does slandering others count as being reasonable?"

Clara Bennett’s words hit a sore spot of Yvonne Young.

After finishing her makeup, Clara Bennett slowly raised her head, her gaze meeting Yvonne Young’s directly, "Young, do you think if I ripped my clothes, messed up my hair, and ran out claiming you bullied a newcomer in the dressing room and even laid hands on me, what would happen next?"

Her eyes were filled with confidence and calmness.

Yvonne Young snorted, her voice filled with disdain, "You’re just a newcomer, who would believe you?"

Clara Bennett smiled slightly, her words carrying an underlying message, "But everyone would believe it. After all, your history is there. If you bullied newcomers before and now I, the new lead actress, am harassed by you, isn’t it likely people would think you’re jealous and causing trouble? Wouldn’t it be reasonable? And if I tip off the media and stir public opinion, wouldn’t those you once lectured take the opportunity to step on you and expose your past?"

Her words were calm yet full of threat.

Yvonne Young’s face instantly turned ashen, as if she received a tremendous shock.

Having been in this circle for so long, she knew very well the complexity and cruelty within it.

Some things, once exposed, cannot be explained away and are difficult to shake off suspicion.

Even if she did nothing to Clara Bennett this time, if Clara could gather strong witness testimony, she could completely reverse black and white, obfuscate right and wrong.

At this, Yvonne Young finally felt utterly panicked.