Chapter 450
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
I was dumbfounded when I saw Stacey staring at me with an odd grin. âWhatâs up?â
âDonât you think you look like Nancy?â she asked, pursing her lips.
She was so loud her fellow colleagues could hear her. I was rendered speechless because I was aware
of the fact I resembled Nancy.
I looked her in the eyes with a frown. âSo what?â
Stacey cast a sincere gaze and begged, âScarlett! Can you do me a favor?â
I was confused for a few seconds. âWhat sort of favor do you need?â
She hesitated and had a hard time bringing up the request. Thus, those around her got ahead of her
and said, âShe does resemble Nancy in terms of look, but the vibe sheâs giving off is far more
exceptional than Nancyâs!â
All of a sudden, someone looked at Stacey and stuttered, âM-Ms. Holmes, are you going toââ
Stacey nodded and glanced at me. âScarlett, Nancy could never be a match for you. I need to get the
promotional clip produced today. Otherwise, Fuller Corporation will sustain a serious loss. If Mr. Fuller
confronts me, Iâm afraid Iâm going to lose my job for good. Can you please help me with the
promotional clip?â
âA promotional clip? Are you sure? Iâm a complete rookie with zero exposure to the things youâre talking
about.â
Stacey assured, âItâs fine! Itâs not a big deal! As soon as you got changed and dolled up, the
photographer will take over!â
When I saw the beads of sweat streaming down her forehead, my resolve wavered.
After hesitating for a short while, I nodded and gave in to her request.
Her colleagues heaved a sigh of relief because they managed to resolve the emergency. Stacey
dragged me away and said, âThank you so much!â
She showed me the way to the dressing room, asserting over and over again, âYou have no idea how
grateful I am, Scarlett! I was afraid you would turn me down because Mr. Fuller might not want you to
show up in the limelight. My last option was to get down on my knees to acquire your consent.â
I thought she was exaggerating things and assured her once more, âItâs not that big of a deal. Thereâs
no need for that.â
âYou have no idea how impactful this seemingly trivial favor of yours is going to help me!â
After we got into the dressing room, the stylists and makeup artists had everything ready. As soon as
Stacey delivered the instructions, she returned to the studio for the setup.
When I took a seat in front of the dressing table, the makeup artist couldnât help but exclaim, âMs.
Stovall, you really do resemble Nancy!â
I responded with a faint smile and brushed her off.
Someone interrupted and said, âTheir facial features are the only things that are the same, but Ms.
Stovallâs ones are way more natural. I canât help but wonder if Nancy is trying to mimic someone.â
The makeup artist started dolling me up. They started gossiping in front of me without holding back
because they thought I was just another substitute for the role.
âDo you think sheâs trying to mimic Rebecca? After all, Mr. Fuller has been protecting Rebecca all this
while.â
âI think youâre right! Rumor has it that Ms. Larson was Mr. Fullerâs mistress. Over the years, he had
been keeping her in his villa, afraid of exposing her to excessive risk.â
âAre you serious?â
âDo you remember the time I was dispatched to doll her up for the auction? Oh, God! If you tell me
Nancy is Ms. Larsonâs twin, I wonât doubt it at all!â
While the duo was engaged in a hectic discussion, I thought Ashton must have been keeping Rebecca
away from the public as part of his duties.
The duo continued gossiping. âI heard Mr. Fuller would get engaged to Ms. Larson soon! Someone told
me they had been having a great time together!â
âReally?â
âOf course! Someone uploaded photos of Mr. Fuller and Ms. Larson kissing in the middle of the square
and said the woman she saw resembled Nancy! However, only the womanâs back could be seen in the
photos!â
I was astonished when I heard them talking about photos of Ashton kissing with another woman in the
square.
Another person interrupted and said, âI donât think that woman is Ms. Larson nor Nancy because itâs
impossible for them to show up on the streets when they have garnered the attention of the public. On
top of that, Nancyâs clothes have always been designerâs items, but the womanâs clothes are merely
from a fast-fashion brand.â
Someone wanted to say something, but they were interrupted by a commotion coming from outside the
dressing room.
The makeup artist gaped at me in silence after she dolled me up. âOh, my! Ms. Stovall, you have such
flawless facial features and skin!â
All of a sudden, a bunch of people barged into the dressing room under the guidance of a middle-aged
woman in her early forties.
She seemed to be frustrated and yelled, âNancy isnât here yet! Who gave you the permission to
proceed with a substitute?â
Isabelle, the person in charge of the Publicity Department, rebuked, âVanessa, didnât you say Nancy
has fallen ill? Since sheâs not coming for the shoot, we need to get someone else to carry on with the
production!â
Vanessa scowled at me and announced, âItâs true that Nancy is not feeling well, but since when has
anyone mentioned anything about not coming? Do you really think this woman here is able to take over
Nancyâs role? Sheâs nothing close to Nancy!â