Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 380 Unutterable Predicament

Chapter 380 Unutterable Predicament

Over the following few days, Diego gave her several more phone calls, chasing after the money with increasing urgency.

Laura was about to be driven insane. Sometimes, she really just wanted to let him expose everything and stop giving a damn!

As much as she liked acting, as much as she wanted to be an actress, she was done. If she was to lose everything she had now, fine, she didn't care!

But thinking of her mother still in hospital, her heart throbbed, suppressing every wishful thought of giving up the struggle.

She couldn't afford to break here!

If even she fell, what would happen to her mother?

At that moment, she received a call from Maria.

Maria was a blunt person who never minced her words or muddied her methods.

The moment they connected, she went right to the point. "Do you really need money badly right now?"

Laura floundered, then nodded hastily. "Yes."

"Okay. Tomorrow night, there's going to be a stage event. A friend of mine lost a couple of celebrities. It's not with Star but another company. I've told them about you and to bring you along. It doesn't pay much but it can still round out to about a few hundred K. Only, after the event ends, you need to go have dinner with them. Is that okay?"

Laura hurriedly said, "It's okay."

"Great. I'll notify you tomorrow."

"All right. Thank you, Maria."

Hanging up, Laura finally sighed with relief.

Thinking that she'd make a sum of money after tomorrow, her heart was somewhat settled.

The following day, Laura asked for a day off from the cast and went on the scene.

When she arrived, she found that it was a car exhibition. Every model attending was either an outer-circle model or a seventh to eighth tier actress.

They counted as celebrities, but to put it a bit more rudely, they were women wandering around the edges of the entertainment industry.

These models were mostly pretty with great figures, only missing a chance to shine. So even though they knew that a car show like this was probably not purely simply, they still fought to get a spot here. Maria hadn't been a famous agent before, and only got into Star Entertainment because she'd brought up a few decent ones.

As for the celebrities under her banner, other than Laura being a notable second-tier, the rest were rookies.

Laura didn't know what these models' relationship was with Maria, but they were probably acquaintances.

Maria had said it herself. This was an event her friend was responsible for. These models weren't too famous, but it was a good chance for them to get involved in the car exhibition.

After all, in this day an age, pretty girls trying to get into entertainment were like sand in the desert. It was good to have an opportunity to advance.

Laura didn't really want to get involved in an event like this, but to take care of urgent business, she couldn't pick and choose.

After getting changed offstage, she went out with everyone.

The work was simple enough, but Laura was small and only stood at one meter sixty-three. It wasn't too short for an ordinary girl, but it would be hard to pick her out from the models.

So after her makeup was done, the costume handler gave her a twelve-centimeter-high pair of shoes, with a small, narrow heel.

Wearing them all through the afternoon, her feet ached.

But thinking of the hundred K, she felt it was worth the pain, so she grinned and bore it.

Then, though, after the entire afternoon of stage work was complete, the staff members walked in from outside, clapped their hands and said, "Don't go, everybody, the businessmen in charge have put together a dinner, so we're going to attend."

Laura started.

Maria had told her that they'd probably have to have dinner together after work.

But with so many models having come in to work - there were over a dozen of them - it shouldn't have taken everyone. So, she was pondering how to refuse.

Then at that moment, a girl next to her spoke for her.

"My stomach's not feeling too good, George. Can I take a pass?"

The staff member called George sneered. "Can you pass on your attendance pay today, too?"

The girl who'd been asked the question blushed instantly, biting her lip, not daring to speak.

To the side, Laura saw it all and wasn't dumb or bold enough to bring up leaving first.

The one called George went out, and everyone heaved a collective sigh of relief.

They gathered round, muttering a few complaints, but no one said anything else.

Laura looked around and cautiously asked someone next to her, "Why are they having us all go for dinner? Where are we going?"

The girl she'd asked had participated in events like this before, so she knew the way things went.

Hearing the question, the girl shot her a look. "First time, eh."

Laura nodded.

"Then watch out tonight. In our line of work, sometimes, you just have to pay attention and stay alert. If you're smart, you'll be fine. They're all out for a good time and won't force anything." Laura blinked, then heard her words and frowned.

The girl continued, smiling, "It's strange, really. We're in this event to scrape a living, so it's natural for us, but you're a proper celebrity, so what are you going there for? You can't be pressed for a hundred grand."

Laura floundered, then forced a smile.

"I'm just here to take a look. Haven't done this before. It's experience."

Hearing that, the girl snickered.

"Sure, then experience it for yourself!"

With that, she changed and walked over to the restroom.

Laura stood there, a little embarrassed. But some reasons were best left to oneself. So she could only follow them out.

They were eating in the city, at a high-end luxury hotel.

Laura got out of the car with everyone and walked inside.

She'd changed back to her own clothes. A white, casual outfit that looked pure and energetic, but also seemed a bit dull.

She'd dressed like that deliberately.

After all, in an environment like this, if she wasn't in more low-profile clothes, it'd be dangerous.

George looked at her as he led them over and frowned a bit contemptuously.

But he didn't say anything about it as he led everyone to the top, eighth floor.

They took the elevator all they way up, reached the eighth floor, passed a lavish lobby, and stopped at the door of a VIP compartment.

Even through the door, they could hear the bustling music and loud activity coming from inside.

A server opened the door for them, and the stink of wealth immediately wafted out.

Laura had to cover her nose. George walked in first, grinning, "Sorry we're late. Traffic jam on the way."