Chapter 337 Who’s the Stand-in Anyway? 2


    Perhaps Nelly Jones hadn’t been so overlooked, and just as she was about to freak out, Bernice Miller


    was invited in from outside.


    She was wearing a long white dress, her long hair was pulled up, and her delicate face looked even


    smaller.


    I thought this was the third time we’d met. Our eyes met, and she was a little surprised, obviously


    surprised that I was here.


    Before Bernice Miller could speak, her manager, Nelly Jones, said, “Berny, there you are. Let’s do


    makeup first!”


    Bernice Miller said nothing, but looked at me coldly. “Miss Kennedy?”


    I smiled and nodded. “Hello, Miss Bernice!”


    She looked at me from beginning to end, her eyes resting on my face, her brow furrowed with vague


    anger. “Since when has Miss Kennedy taken my part?”


    Jackie said, “Miss Bernice Miller, didn’t you say you were sick and couldn’te?”


    “So?” Bernice Miller looked at her and raised her eyebrows. “Miss Wells, do you think I can be reced


    by anyone?”


    “Yeah!” Said Nelly Jones. “If anyone on the street could be here, what’s Berny? She only looks a little


    like Berny, and she thinks she’s some kind of queen. That’s ridiculous!”


    “If you can’t speak politely, get out!” Jackie fumed, “The George group needs a responsible, ethical and


    positive spokesperson, not a picky eye candy.”


    “Who are you talking about?” Nelly Jones stopped faking it and started Shouting at Jackie, “You’re just


    a marketing director. You could lose your job just because Berny said something. Who do you think you


    are?”


    “Oh!” Jackie almostughed. “One word from her can put me out of a job? What? When did the George


    group go to Bernice Miller? Why didn’t I know that?”


    “Why not? After all these years of Bernice Miller and Mr. George, who the hell are you to run wild


    here?” Nelly Jones was a bit reserved, but everyone could tell Bernice Miller and Dennis had a good


    rtionship.


    The onlookers didn’t like Bernice Miller very much, but when they heard this, most of them knew in their


    hearts that they couldn’t afford to offend her.


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    Jackie, a hard-noseddy, looked at Bernice Miller sarcastically and said, “Nelly Jones doesn’t know


    the exact nature of Miss Bernice’s rtionship with Mr. George, but Miss Bernice, don’t you know it


    yourself?”


    “You…”


    Jackie sneered, “You must have seen pictures of her when you first got stic surgery, so your eyes


    and nose look just like hers. Mr. George got tired of looking at you all these years, and are you still


    wondering who you’re trying to imitate? Huh?”


    This was particrly ironic for a star, let alone in public. She blew the lid off a female star’s stic


    surgery.


    The reporter who knew how to grasp the hot topic had already thought of tomorrow’s headline copy.


    However, when I heard Jackie’s words, I noticed that Bernice Miller and Olivia did dress very much


    alike. They both loved the pure white dress. If I hadn’t seen her twice before, I would have confused the


    two.


    “What are you talking about?” Angry, Nelly Jones lunged at Jackie, pushed her to the ground and


    yelled, “Jackie, don’t you think you can do anything here, I’m telling you, I can use you of false


    usation.”


    I went to help Jackie, and she patted my hand and said, “It’s okay.”


    She stood up and looked coldly at Nelly Jones with a sneer. “Are you angry because I mentioned your


    sore spot?”


    “You…”


    Nelly Jones was so angry that she pushed me out of the way and hit Jackie directly.


    I lost my footing and did not notice that she would suddenly go crazy. She suddenly tore me apart and


    knocked me unsteadily against the dresser, which was angr and sharp. I hurt my arm and felt numb


    with pain.


    Nelly Jones and Jackie started to wrestle, and no one dared to intervene but say, “Stop it!”


    But the words seemed extremely weak.


    Bernice Miller folded her hands and looked at me coldly.


    Jackie, wearing high heels and long hair, was caught by Nelly Jones as if she were being ripped off.


    She was scratched several times by Nelly Jones and her face was cut. Nothing was more precious


    than a woman’s face.


    Frowning, I moved to stop her, but Nelly Jones jerked Jackie away as if she was anticipating it.


    Then, out of the blue, she pped me. I was unprepared, and she hit me hard in the face.


    For a moment my head was buzzing and my cheeks tingled with pain.


    “Nelly Jones, how dare you hit her!” Jackie said, taking the mess from her dresser and throwing it at


    Nelly Jones.


    I was standing on the side, and I wouldn’t have been hit, but I was suddenly pushed by people around


    me, and all that mess came down on me.


    Jackie froze and looked at Bernice Miller, who was pushing me. “You’re really mean!”


    Bernice Miller sneered, “She’s just a substitute. Is she so worth protecting?”


    Jackie was so angry that she almost blew up.


    But Toby, who suddenly appeared at the door, came in and broke up the dispute. Toby looked a little


    confused when he saw me. “Why... What’s the matter?”


    “Bernice Miller and her manager yed the big game by not doing it, so I asked ra to do it for me,


    but they came and they couldn’t take it, so they started fighting and hitting her!”


    There was something preemptive about Jackie’s words.


    Toby looked at Bernice Miller and said, “Miss Miller, if you can’t do your job properly, there’s no need to


    be in show business anymore.”


    Toby was Dennis’s assistant. His words carried a lot of weightpared to Dennis.


    For a moment, Bernice Miller turned pale and looked at Toby. “Mr. Rollins, aren’t you going to listen to


    everyone and make a decision?”


    “There’s no need! It wasn’t Toby who said that. It was Dennis who just walked in.


    He walked over to me, his eyes on my face, his warm fingertips on the cheek where I’d just been


    pped by Nelly Jones.


    His eyes became cold and grim. “Who did this?”


    “Dennis!” When Bernice Miller, who had been cold, saw Dennis, her face became warmer.


    Dennis ignored her. He just looked back at me with his dark eyes narrowed. “Who did it?”


    For a moment the air was filled with tiny kes of ice, and people looked at each other and guessed.


    With anger still on her face, Jackie looked at Bernice Miller coldly and said, “It was Miss Miller’s


    manager, Nelly Jones. She had other injuries as well.”