Chapter 274
Two people trailed behind her-Isabel and Isabel’s manager, Carole.
Usually, Isabel had that unmistakable celebrity aura, but today, standing beside this woman, she seemed more like an assistant than a star.
It was like watching the moon and the stars together in the sky.
No matter how dazzling the stars might be, once the moon appears, the stars simply fade into the background.
That was exactly the dynamic between Isabel and this woman now.
“Have you no shame? Brawling with another man here-over… a woman?” The woman’s gaze landed on Effie’s face, and for a moment, even she was taken aback by how striking Effie looked.
A moment ago, Effie had her back to her, so all she noticed was Effie’s graceful figure and captivating poise. But now, seeing her face for the first time—it was just as breathtaking. Clearly, Effie was no “Beethoven.”
A woman like this was more than enough to make men lose their minds.
Honestly, just two men fighting for her seemed almost insufficient.
The woman thought, she could see a few more joining in.
She took off her sunglasses and greeted Effie with an open, confident smile. “Hi,
I’m Annabel. Annabel, from Annabel’s Couture.”
Effie stared at her for a beat, momentarily stunned.
Beneath the sunglasses, Annabel’s face was striking-bold makeup, sharp features, radiating the kind of energy you’d expect from a wildly successful businesswoman.
“What’s wrong? Speechless?” Annabel grinned, her tone teasing. “Don’t worry, I’m used to it. No one can keep their cool when they see me-hence the sunglasses every day.”
Effie had collected herself by now. “Hi, I’m Effie.”
She didn’t try to hide her reaction. “You’re honestly beautiful.”
“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself,” Annabel replied with a little smirk.
Inwardly, Annabel was thinking she’d never met a woman who could actually rival her this one had real potential.
With a practiced elegance, Annabel opened her purse and, with her index and middle fingers-nails painted a fierce red that made her skin look even paler- fished out a business card and handed it to Effie.
Effie couldn’t help but stare at those hands. This was exactly the kind of hand model she’d dreamed of—long, slender, perfectly straight fingers, porcelain white.
Hands like these needed no retouching for product shoots-they were flawless straight out of the camera.
“Are you interested-“
“Excuse me, would you be interested-“
They both paused, surprised to have spoken at the same time, then laughed. “You first,” Effie said, graciously.
Annabel didn’t stand on ceremony. “Would you be interested in joining my company? Sing, act, star in movies-take your pick. Let me tell you, you’ve got what it takes. With a little training and the right publicity, you’ll be a superstar in no time!”
Effie thought to herself, if she didn’t already know Annabel was acquainted with Lyman, she’d honestly think this woman was some kind of scam artist, about to lure her overseas and sell her off.
Lyman’s face darkened. Clearly annoyed, he said, “Annabel, don’t even think about stealing my wife.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake-how many times do I have to tell you? Call me sis!” Annabel shot back, giving him a withering look.
“Wait a second… Did you just say she’s your wife? Your wife?”
No way! Even this eternal bachelor finally found love? Now that’s a miracle. “Is the sky falling? You-married?”