Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter51 She Has No Power at All

Only Emily understood what he meant.

She chuckled, the wine glasses in her hands were all shaking, "Ernest, it's just a joke. Why so serious?

I am happier than anyone else that you have a girlfriend."

Ernest also smiled.

At this moment, Anne squeezed Ernest's hand in secret, "What are you talking about? Why can't I

understand?"

"Excuse us." Ernest said to Emily first, and then turned away and gently patted on Anne's head. "It'll be

horrible if you know it. So you don't need to know. Just be my woman."

With her big eyes blinking, Anne felt a little depressed.

"Be your woman! Am I not being your woman now? Humph, you just won't tell me anything. And I just

agreed to be your girlfriend knowing nothing at all! Ernest, you bastard!"

Anne squatted down, not going anywhere. She was furious that her anger was written all over her face.

Even though she was angry, she still looked so cute.

Ernest looked at her like looking at a big rabbit. He couldn't help but want to pinch her face.

"Okay, you want to know that? Fine! But not tonight. We need to wait until tomorrow, okay?"

"Really?"

Anne jumped up immediately. Her expressions changed so fast like a naive child.

Ernest held her in his arms and smiled.

In the distance, a woman who was drinking alone looked at the scene quietly. The wine in her hand

was finished, so she asked for another one.

...

The banquet was supposed to go smoothly, but some people at a corner were making a scene.

...

"Yes, it's you! You deliberately pissed off Ansley that day. Why did you fight over the dress with her?" Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Sarah now figured out the whole story. She didn't expect that she was exposed that day. She wasn't a

fan and she naturally would not know the comments on the Internet.

No wonder every time she went to the Randall Group to talk about the project, there were always

people looking at her strangely on the way. Now she knew they were indeed gossiping about her.

That woman was a popular celebrity. Wasn't it too mean that she used her fans' power to attack a

person?

"I think you may have to figure it out. At that time, Ansley Fisher was interested in the dress that my

friend had already said that she would buy it. It was Ansley's insistence that caused some comflicts

between the two."

Sarah tried to sort out clear thoughts and explain to them, on the contrary, these people became more

reckless.

"Even if Ansley wants to buy it later, shouldn't you give it to her? She is a star. Do you know how much

money she makes in a day?"

Sarah only felt that her moral values were going to be destroyed. What were these children who were

still going to school think about all day?

If you made more money, you could do whatever you want?

"Yes! If Ansley wins the award for an actress, it might be equal to your savings for a lifetime. Do you

know how much she earns for a movie? Two hundred million, that is what you can't earn in your whole

life!"

"I really can't make it that much." Sarah had to admit this.

"You disgusting woman, who asked you to come to Ansley's banquet? Get out! You are not welcome

here!"

Among the girls, someone had already said that.

A group of people surrounded a person, which was quite eye-catching.

Suddenly, Ansley Fisher also came over.

"Hey, I'm thinking who is making a scene here. It turns out to be you! What a small world!"

Ansley Fisher invited several women in groups of three or five to come together. If anyone followed the

entertainment industry, they would probably know who they were. They were popular stars with

devoted fan bases. All of them were proud and beautiful in appearance. However, some of them were

cosmetic.

Outnumbered, Sarah just wanted to pretend not to see them and go away. However, Ansley Fisher had

already brought some people with her, completely blocking her way.

"Where are you going? Do you want to pretend that you don't know me?" Ansley Fisher reached out

and grabbed Sarah's arm and eyed her from head to toe with scorn. "Look at you! How can you

possibly afford such an expensive dress? It must be a fake. We can’t even have a chance to book a

real one. Do you know that there are only three such dresses in the world?

How could you attend such an event with a fake dress? Do you think we are all fools?"

The sapphire blue dress was creased as Ansley grabbed it. The dress was designed with lace, and the

outer layer of gem-mounted lace was being torn by her hands. Fortunately, the quality of this dress was

outstanding. Ansley failed to tear it apart no matter how hard she tried.

"Let go! Ansley Fisher, if anything happens to my dress, you will regret it!"

Sarah didn’t know whether Bruce Randall had lost his mind and he actually gave such an expensive

dress to her. There were only three in the entire world. She had seen a foreign celebrity wear it before,

so there were two more. She was wearing one, so maybe the last one would be used as a collection.

It was worth 999,999, which was an incredibly expensive dress!

"How would a fake dress make me regret? I don't even bother to do it myself."

Ansley cast a glance at the students who were standing next to her. One of them saw her eyes and

acted immediately.

"Since Ansley said that this was a fake, you can't wear it to meet people. Let's see how hypocritical this

woman is. You guys, come and tear her dress together!"

All of a sudden, they all targeted at Sarah. All the women's eyes were fixated on her dress.

Perhaps, they also wanted such a remarkable dress.

"Ansley Fisher, don't do this."

Sarah's eyes narrowed. She sensed danger.

If all these people wanted to target her, she had no power to fight back at all.

What happened to these people? She didn't do anything wrong.

In the dark, Ansley Fisher had secretly motioned at a girl among the six or seven fans. Immediately, the

girl threw a piece of cake to Sarah, which directly hit her hemline. The outer layer of the lace was

covered with sticky and greasy cream.

"How could you show off with a fake dress. Shame on you!"

"How about stripping off this fake dress? Let's just help Ansley avenge." Ansley Fisher stepped forward

deliberately at this time and seemed to beg for mercy for Sarah, "That's enough. Although she was

deliberately fighting me over the dress that day. It was actually her friend who did it. As for her, I really

don’t want to pick on her. If she wants to wear fakes, just let her be. Even though that would probably

ruin this banquet, there's nothing I can do about it."

...

She acted like she was really upset as she said that.

"It's okay, Ansley. We can't bear it anymore. This is a banquet specially organized by Mr. Scott for you.

How come this woman is invited? Let's throw her out!" One of them suggested.

The rest of the girls were in favor of this idea. Some of them were happy to watch this scene, others

whispered, pointing at the dress on Sarah.

"Shut up, you all!"

In the crowd, a man in a white suit came over, He looked fierce, glancing at all the people on the scene.

Then his eyes fell on Sarah's hemline, where the cream of the cake remained.

"Who did it?"

The appearance of Bruce Randall made everyone freeze. They all retreated slightly, mumbling

something to pass the buck.