Due to infection and allergies, Vivian Walters' skin had lost its previous smooth and fair complexion.
Her once palm-sized face was now covered in pitted, swollen pus-filled bumps.
She cursed at Lily Gray while watching TV.
Little did she know, from an outsider's perspective,
with her face covered in pus and her expression twisted, she looked like a witch from a horror movie.
As she vented her anger, at that moment, her phone rang.
Seeing the incoming call on her cell phone screen, Vivian Walters' first reaction was to hang up.
But then she remembered,
last time she hung up on them,
the caller immediately raised the price and she had to pay an additional seventy-five thousand dollars to keep them quiet.
In the end, she reluctantly picked up the call.
"Hello, what do you want now?" Vivian tried to control her tone, but still, it was laced with impatience.
This Star Entertainment paparazzo had always honored their agreement after their initial collaboration.