Chapter 187

The woman turned to look at Janet as well. She froze for a brief second, then her eyes narrowed into slits.

‘Is she a celebrity, too?’

Janet was a gorgeous woman, but not in the way that most women in showbiz were. She wasn’t the type to turn heads at first glance, but her charms never failed to make a lasting impression on everyone she met. Needless to say, this quality of hers attracted jealousy from other women inasmuch as it inspired admiration in most men.

Emani Gomez shot Janet a look of displeasure, which only darkened when she realized that they were wearing an almost identical evening dress as hers—the same style, in the exact same color. And it looked far more beautiful on Janet.

Emani glanced at her assistant pointedly.

The girl understood the message at once, and she proceeded to point a finger at Janet. “Hey, you!” she snapped in an arrogant tone. “Who the hell do you think you are? You almost bumped into Miss Gomez just now. Hurry and apologize.”

Janet’s brows furrowed. “You said ‘almost’, so I haven’t really done anything to her, have I? Why should I apologize?”

The assistant sputtered, obviously taken aback. “How dare you—Where are your manners? Well, whatever! Go and change your clothes. Don’t you see that you’re wearing the same dress as Miss Gomez?”

Janet cocked her head to the side, wondering what the fuss was all about. She didn’t think it was a big deal at all. Granted, the woman was a star, so it was understandable that she wouldn’t be keen on having anyone wear the same outfit to the same event. If only they had asked her nicely, then Janet would have gladly obliged.

Unfortunately for them, she wasn’t the type to tolerate rude and presumptuous people.

“Why should I change?” Janet countered. With that, she turned on her heel, intending to continue her search for Ethan.

But the assistant suddenly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back forcefully. “Which company are you from, you ungrateful bitch? Do you have any idea who she is? She is the Emani Gomez! You can never afford to offend her, not even in your dreams!”

Janet glanced sideways at the actress.

She was tall and slender, with dark and shiny curls framing her delicate features.

Janet was all too aware of Emani’s identity. In addition to being a popular star of their age, she was also the new face for the Larson Group’s clothing business.

Emani wore a butterfly-shaped mask which covered half her face, so Janet didn’t recognize her just now. She didn’t look half as pretty nor sexy as she did on the screen. Maybe it was because of her heavy makeup, but she was looking particularly tacky.

Janet shook off the assistant’s hold and stared straight at Emani. “I am not an actress, but a designer for the Larson Group. And I am not changing my clothes. I can wear whatever I want; you have no right to give me orders. If you’re so bothered by the similarity, then you can go and change yourself.”

The assistant huffed, and she began to roll her sleeves up, ready to teach Janet a lesson. “You! You’re just another employee of the company; how dare you act so arrogant? Don’t blame me for punishing you, since you brought this upon yourself!”

The air around them crackled with tension.

Emani instantly stepped between them. “Watch yourself,” she chided her assistant. “We must not ruin Mr. Larson’s party on account of this nobody. Let it go.”

She gripped the girl’s hand and gave Janet a sneer. “My assistant was being impulsive just now. Let me put it bluntly. Your dress is just a knockoff, right? The details are very different from the ones on mine. It wouldn’t be good for you to wear such a cheap imitation to this kind of party. I’m afraid you will only embarrass yourself if you insist on wearing it for the rest of the event.”