My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Let The Show Begin
Five months later,

At a different event center, much bigger and more beautiful than the previous ones, people were swarming like animals. Paparazzi were trying to get the pictures of celebrities and interview them with the littlest time they had.

Celebrities wore beautiful attires that shone under the huge classy chandelier that illuminated gold light—making the entire hall look enchanted and breathtaking.

Anastasia walked in with her hand linked with Martha’s as they strode into the hall, a huge smile playing on their lips as they greeted producers and directors, together with entertainment CEOs who had an interest in signing them up for a movie.

“And just like that, today is the award show again. Time flies by when you’re enjoying yourself,” Martha mumbled under her breath, her gaze shifting from one place to another.

“Indeed it does,” Anastasia readily agreed, her eyes scanning the crowd—searching for a particular someone. When she sighted the person, her smile broadened. “And I can’t wait for the show to start already.”

Martha—not understanding Ana’s underlying meaning—innocently hummed in response as they both continued to interact with several celebrities.

The award show was rescheduled to take place a month earlier than originally planned due to a surge in killings across nearby cities. The heightened danger had prompted organizers to move up the event, prioritizing the safety of attendees traveling from those affected areas.

Meanwhile, from a further distance, Michelle was trying to engage other people to have a few talks with her.

However, whenever her presence was felt, those people would walk away before she would open her mouth to speak to them.

“What is she even doing here? Wasn’t she canceled and blacklisted after what her family did to her sister?”

“I thought the same too. I wonder how she was even nominated in the best actress category. She has not been active for over a year already.”

“I guess the sponsors of this award invite just anybody now. Do they want to get a bad name for inviting someone like her?”

“Her perfume is so strong, I can’t breathe.”

One by one, those people murmured their opinions to each other, degrading Michelle wherever she went. Although their voices were low, Michelle could still hear everything they were spilling about her. And she couldn’t help but want to go over there and give them a piece of her mind.

“You people shouldn’t bother to cover your mouths as you speak against me. I can hear everything you’re saying to me,” she said after she walked up to them.

The actresses speaking against Michelle couldn’t help but scoff when they heard her.

“Who said we didn’t want you to hear what we were saying? We wanted you to hear so that you can have some shame at least. Although I doubt you even know what that word means.”

“You have no right to talk to me like that?!” Michelle bellowed, feeling a surge of anger pass through her body as she glared at the people before her.

Due to the volume of her voice, she was able to gain unwanted attention from others around. However, luckily for her, they didn’t pay too much attention before going back to her business and not poking their noses.

“Your dress is rather….” Another drawled, sizing Michelle up and down. “You’re not dressed like someone who came to win an award. Rather, it seems you came here to seduce the handsome men here. Am I right, Michelle?”

Michelle took a few steps back as if she’d been accused of the greatest thing ever, pretending as though her ears couldn’t believe her.

The others placed their hands over their mouth as they gasped dramatically.

“That’s nonsense! You should think before speaking,” she defended.

Unable to handle their scrutinizing gazes, Michelle turned to walk away while their mocking laughter stabbed at her back like a dagger.

Just when she was about to take her seat, she bumped into someone.

“Hi, Michelle! Long time no see,” Anastasia said, a wide smile stretching on her lips. “Did you miss me?” She asked, staring at Michelle who seemed uncomfortable by her presence.

“Anastasia…”

“I can see you came to this event looking all dolled up. I mean, look at your dress, it’s so thin and scanty it barely covers anything,” Anastasia said, feigning concern. Then she hummed, placing her hand on her chin as she expressed her worries, “If you keep walking around like this, people are going to think you’re trying to seduce men tonight. That’s if you haven’t already succeeded and just want to seduce some more.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Michelle stuttered.

Anastasia released a sigh, casually darting her eyes around the hall, before her eyes landed on Michelle again who’d been on the edge since she went silent.

“Look at yourself. You’ve lost so much weight. Aren’t the people you’re staying with treating you well? Aren’t they feeding you properly?” Anastasia asked, remembering to feign concern once again.

“Stop spouting nonsense, Ana! You know nothing! So, stop acting like you do and watch me win that award.” Michelle smirked when she thought she’d gotten Anastasia on a soft spot. “Remember our bet? You shouldn’t have messed with me from the first day, and now I’m going to make you regret ever doing so.”

Anastasia had to bite her tongue just so she wouldn’t burst out in laughter, which would have people wondering what caused it.

Still, she was amazed at Michelle’s confidence.

“Do you remember a year ago—at this same event—you accused me of sleeping my way to the top after I won?” She asked. “Michelle, you seemed to have taken your own words into consideration.”

Michelle frowned deeply when she heard Anastasia’s words. When she was about to part her lips to ask what the latter meant, she was interrupted.

‘Please settle down everyone. The award show will commence in a few minutes.’

“Will you look at that? The award show is starting.” Turning to Michelle, she picked a strand of the latter’s locks—making her stiffen and tugged it behind her ears. “Go take your seat, and let the show begin, sis,” she added in a low tone.