Gerry Johnson frowned at Irene Spencer for a moment, then sighed and walked out of the photo booth.
Once Gerry Johnson left, the atmosphere in the photo booth eased slightly.
"So... Miss Spencer, should I...wait for you to come back before we continue?" the photographer politely inquired from the side.
Irene Spencer nodded gently. "Sorry for the inconvenience, everyone. I'll be back shortly."
After changing her clothes, accompanied by her assistant, she got into her car and rushed to the hospital where the journalist was. Sitting in the back seat of the car, Irene Spencer slowly clenched her palms.
At this moment, instead of reflecting on her actions, she blamed everything on Vera Wave.
Her movie, her leading role, her image, her endorsements, her relationship with Kris Cooper...
Ever since Vera Wave had returned, everything had fallen into chaos.
Resentment and coldness gradually crept into Irene Spencer's eyes.
"Damn it!"
