Abby got more annoyed. What did he mean? Did he want to give this bitch a chance?
She was eyeing Savannah jealously. But of course, she dared not question Andrey.
Savannah felt uncomfortable under Andrey's scorching eyes. She lowered her head and whispered, "I'm going to iron the clothes first."
Then she went behind the hanger, picked up the iron, and began ironing.
Abby handed Andrey a glass of wine and began to talk with him. However, the man listened with distraction, and his hot eyes kept searching for Savannah, who was ironing.
Abby gritted her teeth and pulled up Andrey.
"Andrey, it's still half an hour to the party. I drank too much red wine, and I began to feel dizzy. Could you help me with the back suite to have a rest?"
Andrey, addicted to flirting with Abby, would agree immediately before. But today, he hesitated for half a while before he reluctantly nodded and left for the suite not far away from the dressing room.
It was one of the most luxurious seascape bedrooms on the cruise ship. There was a queen-size bed covered by a rosy bedspread in the middle of the large suite. The crystal lamp next to the bed gave a soft glow. Through the opened window, you could see the deep blue sea and the beautiful star sky.
As soon as the door closed, Abby fell into Andrey's arms but was pushed away immediately. She stumbled and regained her balance, looking at him with astonishment.
"Andrey?"
Andrey never refused her sexual advances. But now, he seemed not in his mind.
Andrey smoothed his collar and sat down on the couch beside the bed, smiling evilly. "Abby, get that assistant designer here later."
Abby was stunned. Andrey was still thinking about Savannah. She clenched her hands, jealous and angry.
Andrey's girlfriends were mostly beautiful actresses or sexy stars. Maybe he had enjoyed too much meat and wanted to try some vegetables now.
Abby was unhappy, but she couldn't say no.
They had an affair, but Andrey was not her boyfriend. Besides the resources of Zagreb Film, it was also Andrey's money that helped her to reach her present position. He was the investor of many films and TV plays, and his words weighed heavily with the casting directors.
In fact, more than three female artists had been fighting for the leading role in My Girl, and she finally got the character because Andrey invested a lot of money in the play.
Now he wanted to play with another woman, what could she say?
"Oh, dear, you have a crush on the assistant designer? You want me to send the beauty to your bed? Don't you know I'm jealous? I'm really heartbroken!" Abby pushed out her red lips.
Andrey laughed and pinched Abby's ass.
"Honey, I love you too. As long as you help me get that chick, I'll try to make you the heroine in the film directed by DeMille next year."
"Really?" Abby was surprisingly pleased and forgot her bad mood, "that's a deal."
After giving Andrey a long kiss, she wriggled her hips and left the suite.
Her smile disappeared when she closed the door of the suite.
Andrey came here tonight especially for her, but now the little assistant had caught his fancy! She really couldn't let it go. Taking a deep breath to suppress her anger, Abby began to think about how to lead Savannah to the suite where Andrey was.
In the dressing room, Savannah buried her head in those dresses and was quietly ironing.
Annie and Donna were still sitting on the couch, staring at Savannah.
Though they were not as popular as Abby, they also had a lot of fans. How could they tolerate being satirized by a small assistant designer!
Well, since this little assistant didn't know how to behave herself, they would like to give her a lesson!
"Hey, we're out of drinks. Won't you take more for us?" Donna shouted to Savannah.
Savannah paused, looking up. She knew they were purposely creating difficulties, and she thought it was useless to be too polite to them.
"Can't you see I'm busy now? Would you like me to ask a waiter in?"
"Don't talk to me like that! What do you think you are? Just an assistant designer!" Donna sneered.
Annie folded her arms and snapped, "oh, assistant designer? I thought she's a superstar."
"As both of you know, I'm an assistant designer, you should know I'm responsible for Abby's dress," Savannah said, "sorry I can't help you with the drink, otherwise Abby's work might be delayed by you."
"Are you fucking threatening me?" Annie went over to Savannah in rage, her face contorted with heavy makeup.
The makeup artist next to them busily said with a conciliatory tone, "oh, forget it. Let me get two drinks for you..."
Annie and Donna always queened it over the ordinary members in the company, though they looked gentle in front of Abby and Andrey. Once Annie's assistant was five minutes late, Annie slapped her ten more times to vent her anger. The assistant closed herself in her home with a swollen face and dared not go out for a whole week.
The makeup didn't want to make it big, and she repeatedly winked at Savannah to let her apologize.
"None of your business! Get out!" Annie shouted.
However angry the two stars were, Savannah continued her work and completely ignored them.
Shaking with anger, Annie raised her hand to slap Savannah, but Savannah had expected her action and caught her hand in midair before she made contact.
Next moment Annie has pushed away and almost fell down.
Enraged from embarrassment, Annie shouted, "you bitch! How dare you hit me?"
Savannah almost laughed with anger. She who first offended first complained?
She just fought back in self-defense!
Did these two female stars think that everyone should take them as goddesses?
Donna, squinting her eyes, asked the make-up artist to leave first. When there were only three of them in the dressing room, she rushed to Savannah and took the hot iron which was still on, raising it!
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