Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1914: Slapped In The Face

Chapter 1914: Slapped in the Face

"I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional," Summer tried to calm the situation, explaining, "It was my own fault, and has nothing to do with Miss Angel."

"It was all Angel's doing!" the female artist exploded in the dressing room, her voice rising, "You deliberately didn't let me wear the most beautiful dress!"

Summer knew she was in the wrong, but she didn't expect her to have such a bad temper, completely different from the sweet smile she had just asked for help with.

"No," Summer stood tall, explaining once more, "This lady, it was my fault, but I want to point out that I was forcefully bumped at the dressing room door, the speed was fast, as if she came out of nowhere. If we're talking about responsibility, I suggest checking the surveillance at the door first to see what happened."

Did she just say so much?

The female artist was momentarily intimidated by her presence, her mind going blank for a moment.

At that moment, Summer met her gaze and spoke again, "If you wash now, it definitely won't be in time, but if you choose another outfit now, there will still be time."

"You..." the female artist was very angry, unable to speak properly, and raised her hand, delivering a hard slap to Summer's cheek!

Smack!

Summer couldn't dodge in time, the slap landing on her face!

The crisp sound of the slap caught the attention of many around, Summer turned her face after being hit, a sharp pain spreading from her cheek to her ear.

Everyone gasped, some shocked, some wide-eyed.

Summer gritted her teeth, quickly regained her composure, and turned to look at the female artist who had slapped her, her eyes shooting anger.

When the female artist met her gaze, she couldn't help but shiver slightly.

Summer felt like there was something more to this situation, but the surveillance here wasn't something she could easily access.

But she had no grudge against this female artist, so why was she targeting her?

Summer angrily tossed the soiled dress onto the makeup table, knocking over a few foundation bottles, creating a disturbance, causing the female artist to step back instinctively.

The female artist was a bit intimidated by her, steadied her mind, and kept eye contact with her.

At that moment, Angel, who had been watching from a distance, stepped towards them, her face cold, her red lips pursed, "That's enough."

Summer heard her voice and turned to see Angel's haughty demeanor, thinking she was about to erupt.

However, Angel just coldly stared at the female artist, "Deal with your own affairs from now on, find your assistant instead."

"Yes, senior Angel," the other party's arrogance deflated instantly.

Then Angel glanced at Summer, turned, and walked back to her spot, with Summer blushing as she followed behind.

Summer couldn't understand, she felt like there was something fishy about this whole situation.

"Miss Angel, thank you," she said as they walked.

Until Angel sat back in her spot, she didn't acknowledge her.

Summer stood beside her, contemplating, before finally speaking, "Miss Angel, can we access the surveillance here? I just..."

"Access the surveillance for you?" Angel turned, sarcastically asking, "Do you know who she is? She's the director's niece! Do you want to make this a bigger issue?" Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her implication was that the matter was already settled.

Taking a deep breath, Summer ultimately remained silent.