CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 45: MAKING ENEMIES, BUT IT’S WORTH IT!

No one expected such a turn of events. Vera originally thought that if she quit, everyone would be panicked and helpless. However, she didn’t expect Patrick Pierce to immediately grab someone on the scene to replace her!

This not only left Vera unable to step down gracefully, but unexpectedly, Patrick Pierce had also rallied the staff. Everyone knew she was being a diva and breaching the contract; it was a done deal. So why not immediately find someone to remedy the situation and minimize the risk?

So, as soon as the makeup artist heard that someone could step in, she immediately came over. Seeing Iris Crawford, her eyes lit up, "What a beauty!"

Iris Crawford stood behind Patrick Pierce, her tall and curvy figure accentuated as she extended her hand to the makeup artist, "Hello, you can just call me Crawford. I’m Patrick Pierce’s driver."

While everyone else called him Young Master Pierce, she daringly called him by his name.

However, Patrick Pierce didn’t seem to mind, which secretly amazed everyone, though they didn’t say it out loud.

The makeup artist was almost moved to tears, "Why is there such a big difference even among women..."

She had been continuously hassled by Vera — this makeup was no good, that accessory was unsightly. But the woman in front of her seemed easygoing and looked particularly easy to talk to.

She had even helped the staff vent their frustrations earlier!

The makeup artist held Iris Crawford’s hand, "This time, we’re shooting an ad for a perfume. The designer of the perfume has passed away, but she left behind many classic perfumes. This year is the brand’s anniversary, and they want to shoot a series of ads to pay tribute to the classics..."

"Since it’s a classic, it has to be bright and grand, right?"

Iris Crawford seemed to be talking to herself as she sat down directly in front of the makeup table. After all, everyone was pressed for time; it’s exhausting to work late at night.

She smiled at the makeup artist, "I leave it to you. You’re the professional; you do what you do best."

Listen to that! Look at that attitude! Such quality!

Comparing people really can make you despair!

The makeup artist immediately felt fondness for Iris Crawford, while the assistant beside her wiped sweat off his brow, "This... this is fine, right?"

If this woman was someone unknown...

Seeing how quickly Iris Crawford was accepted, Vera couldn’t swallow her anger. She pointed at Iris Crawford and said, "What exactly are you here for? To mess things up? Patrick Pierce, is this really your driver?"

"Who on earth would be free enough to come out and cause trouble when called out in the middle of the night?" Iris Crawford’s hair was being styled by the makeup artist, exposing her entire neck, giving her a chic and sharp look. She said to Vera, "You’re throwing a tantrum and dragging everyone along. Didn’t see this coming, did you? You said you’d breach the contract, and you’re not allowing us to find someone else to help out?"

Watching the makeup artist swiftly beautify Iris Crawford, Vera was seething. She originally planned to perform well in front of Patrick Pierce today, to let him know how aloof and hard to pursue she was, since she had an MV to shoot with him. She wanted Patrick Pierce to realize she was beautiful and aloof, making him a suitor.

But now look, Patrick Pierce brought a female driver over, and a female driver at that, who actually ousted her place and even criticized her with conviction!

Seeing Vera so angry, her assistant chimed in too, "You all are really bullying people. Our sister Vera was looking forward to this collaboration so much, and you just casually found someone to fill her spot."

While applying eyeshadow, Iris Crawford said, "What nonsense, throwing a fit and halting everyone’s work — isn’t the staff humble enough? You acting like your sister is the Emperor, expecting everyone to accommodate? If you don’t want to do it, can’t you afford the breach penalty? Instead of all this nonsense, why don’t you hurry up and transfer the money!"

If you want to do it, or not!

Vera took a sharp breath and rushed forward, wanting to pull Iris Crawford’s hair, "You woman! Sharp-tongued, do you think this will make everyone stand by your side?"

"Getting anxious?"

Iris Crawford dodged Vera’s attack, picked up lipstick from the makeup artist’s hand, and in front of Vera, applied a lip color as vivid as that of an empress. With a crisp laugh, "Always been spoiled by everyone, but now your pride can’t handle it? Ha ha."

With a seemingly casual remark, she pierced Vera’s psychological defense. Vera raised her hand intending to slap, but was firmly scolded by Patrick Pierce, "You dare try it!"

Vera’s movement froze.

She couldn’t realize her delusion; how long had she been popular in the entertainment industry? She habitually thought everyone should cater to her. Now there was someone who opposed and countered, making her wish to make her vanish, "Do you think you can just snatch this job because you want to?"

Iris Crawford stood up, stepped under the lights in her high heels, and with an unmatched grace and charm, struck a pose and said to Vera, "Ah~ Annoyed? I’m just going to shoot it. You breached the contract; how can you control me? Annoyed? I’ll just shoot, and shoot haphazardly, take a hundred shots, post one a day, and even tweet it to the world saying I snatched it from Vera. She didn’t want to shoot, and it fell on me. Ha ha! What a lucky thing!"

The makeup artist on the side was holding back her laughter internally. As Iris Crawford was talking, she also asked the photographer, "Is this angle okay?"

The photographer, seeing her impressive figure, blushed and whispered, "You... you look good no matter how you pose."

Iris Crawford beckoned Patrick Pierce from outside the set, "Come on, Patrick Pierce."

Flirtatious in front of everyone in the studio, it should have caused a physical repulsion among many, but Iris Crawford’s charm actually captivated everyone — even the photographer found himself enchanted, whispering to his camera, "If only we could have just called you from the start..."

Patrick Pierce stood up and went over to Iris Crawford. On the rack in the studio sat a bottle of classic perfume; Iris Crawford held it in hand, and together with Patrick Pierce, they appeared wholly integrated.

Any random photo they took looked upscale and beautiful.

No one could wield sensuality so naturally. Sensuality, after all, if done well, is an art; if not, it’s vulgar.

But Iris Crawford standing there was both glamorous and cool, taking a step forward could enchant, stepping back remained pure; she managed to balance perfectly between the two, appearing before the camera like a playful fox.

Even the brand assistant couldn’t help but compliment, "Not a superstar yet with the aura of one... actually able to hold it."

Vera’s assistant, hearing this, gritted their teeth, "What do you mean!"

The brand’s assistant, having endured Vera for a long time, replied, "It means this driver lady is incredible, her stage presence and still shots are both outstanding! Unlike some who have a dull gaze when shooting!"

Vera’s eyes went red on the spot, she cried and pointed around at everyone, trembling as she said, "I’ll remember all of you, and this brand too..."

With that, she stomped in her high heels, crying and rushed out, leaving just Iris Crawford and Patrick Pierce to quickly finish shooting the photos. Someone beside them watched in awe and said, "So professional... did you study this before?"

Iris Crawford laughed and said, "Just seen others shoot photos this way too." Her sister is a supermodel, after all. Maybe she learned even just one ten-thousandth of her sister’s skills!

Patrick Pierce, with an indifferent face, said to Iris Crawford, "Once the photos are released tomorrow, your face will go viral."

The makeup artist was still a bit worried, "But this means we’re now at odds with Vera. It feels satisfying, but this young lady might be targeted in the future."

"..." Patrick Pierce thought to himself, you’re really overthinking this. Here, probably no one dares to target her, not with that War Cleaver sitting in Orion Crawford’s living room as more than just a home-guard!"