All of a sudden, the elevator chimed and the doors swung open. Ariana turned around and saw Brielle walk in. She was beautifully dressed and surrounded by a group of people.

“Why is she here?" Ariana asked no one in particular.

Hiram, who was wolfing down his meal beside her, replied, “Haven't you heard? She was recently signed into SJ Entertainment. It's said that they are throwing most of their weight behind her. Mr. Jasper Anderson is her agent. He already helped her bag a good endorsement deal. She's probably on her way for the shoot."

Ariana shifted restlessly in her chair. She and Jasper were both newcomers. He was already an agent, but here she was rotting away in the warehouse!

How was this fair? This wasn't what they agreed on!

Ariana was so angry that she dropped the Lunch box in her hand and followed Brielle and the others.

The huge studio was crowded and rowdy. Brielle's assistants and bodyguards occupied a lot of space as soon as they got in.

Jasper, who had been waiting for her, didn't hesitate to scold her.

“What took you so long? I specifically told you not to be Late. The photographer I booked is famous. He flew over from Milan. You kept him and everyone else waiting for almost an hour.”

“Oh, please! Give me a break." Brielle rolled her eyes. Seeing that Jasper was dead serious, she pouted and reached for his arm.

“I'm only a little late. There's no point making a fuss. Besides, the shoot is for a small brand. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill."

Jasper shook off her hand.

"Shut up! If you don't care about your career, why should 17"

“It hasn't gotten to that, baby. I was just kidding. Don't be mad at me. You know what? I'm going to get changed right away," Brielle said, panicking suddenly.

Jasper snorted and ignored her. He turned around and sat down on the sofa, waiting for the shoot to begin.

It took Brielle another hour to get changed and have her makeup and hair done. She walked out of the dressing room looking more dashing

"Gosh, I can't believe I spent so much time dolling up for a small commercial. What's so good about those jewels? They aren't to my taste at all. No wonder they are Low on sales. Will they—"

“cut the crap!" Jasper shut her up rudely. Brielle curled her Lips with irritation. Afraid that she would ruin the shoot, he tried to explain patiently, “For your information, those jewels aren't ordinary. The designer just won a big award. He's very famous in the fashion industry. His brand aims to be at the top of the market. It has great potential. Since you are opportune to model for the brand now, it will boost your career. Behave yourself.”

Only at this moment did Brielle drop her arrogant attitude. The grievance in her heart disappeared. She mumbled, "Fine."

At this time, the designer and photographer came over. Both men were in their early thirties. They had deep frowns on their faces. They suddenly muttered something in Italian.