"What, are you sure?" Sasha Hammond's eyes flashed with doubt.
The person on the other end of the call was a paparazzo she had been trying to win over, and they seemed to have said something else.
Sasha Hammond's lips curled uncontrollably: "Heh... well done, as usual send the photos to me. Don't worry, you'll definitely benefit from this."
After hanging up, Sasha's assistant asked worriedly: "Sasha, is something bad happening?"
The assistant was afraid that Sasha would mess things up.
Since losing Mr. Wellington's favor, Sasha's exposure and competitiveness in the industry had plummeted.
Especially when it came to competing with other actresses for endorsements and roles—forget about major brands and productions—even those she used to disdain, she now approached actively, and people still didn't want her.
Now in the industry, who doesn't know that Skye Brown, Director Brown, from the same crew, is Mr. Wellington's new lover?
