She Becomes A Hot Sensation After A Scandalous Affair
Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Chapter 126

Frankie glared at Bertha, who kept her usual meek and innocent expression.

"You will pay if Ethan gets in trouble, Bertha Marsh," Frankie threatened before he turned around and went upstairs, allowing Ethan and Bertha to start filming a video that would be uploaded onto Ethan’s YouTube channel.

"What’s wrong with him?" Bertha asked, still acting cluelessly.

Ethan waved his hand as he tried to lighten the heavy atmosphere. "Don’t be bothered by Frankie. He’s always so strict for no reason like that. Let’s start with our video!"

Ethan pulled Bertha to sit on the chair assigned to her. He prepared all the makeup kit he needed, but before he started, he looked at Bertha’s assistant, who had been eyeing his husband, and sneered, "You, assistant, make tea in the kitchen and put it on this table. We will start filming soon."

Olga was still surprised because she had no chance to talk with Frankie at all. But she was tasked with making tea.

It was humiliating. Olga had never been forced to make tea as an assistant director.

She bit her lip, looking at Bertha as if she had been wronged.

But Bertha gave her a cold look and said, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Go make a cup of tea."

Olga clenched her fist, suppressed her rage, and walked to the kitchen.

"Why are you picking a stupid assistant like that?" Ethan complained as he set up the light. "She looks slow."

"She was the Assistant Director of Summer Heat Lovers. Don’t you remember?"

"Really?" Ethan raised his brow. "Well, she looks slow and ugly. I’m not that good at remembering ugly people."

"You’re so mean," Bertha said, but she chuckled as she found it entertaining. "But I guess you’re right. I hired her because I thought she’d do a better job. No wonder she got fired."

"With a face that ugly, she won’t be able to open Onlyfans too. What an unfortunate creature," Ethan said.

Bertha snorted. She playfully tapped her new best friend’s arm and said, "OMG, stop. What if she heard that?"

"So what? You paid her to be your assistant, right? Just let her do her job. What can she do? Report you to the union?"

Ethan’s and Bertha’s laughs echoed inside the apartment. Little did they know, Olga was clenching the teapot as she poured the tea into the cup.

She was fueled with anger and humiliation. She wanted to throw this tea on their faces so they would realize how ugly they truly were.

But she knew that it wasn’t the right time yet.

’I will find another way. I’m not ugly. All I need is a bit of plastic surgery here and there, and I will be the prettiest woman on earth, prettier than that skank Madeline,’ Olga told herself. ’And when that time comes, Zane Eastwood and all the other men will be kissing my feet. They would kill just to have sex with me.’

’Just wait for the right moment, Olga. You will eventually find the right way to climb up and get close to that entertainment circle,’ Olga glanced at the stairs near the kitchen and smirked as she had an idea.

Olga put the tea on the table and stepped aside as Bertha and Ethan began filming their Summer Heat Lovers discussion and makeup session about accusing Madeline of various things.

Olga walked back to the kitchen and saw Frankie leaning on the kitchen counter, grimly watching his husband as he was making false accusations.

He really hated this.

True, he disliked Madeline Rose, too, because of her scandal. But he still had some moral value, and what Ethan was doing right now had crossed his boundaries.

Olga smiled in front of Frankie, but he ignored her, so she tried to strike up a conversation. "Hi, Frankie."

Frankie glanced at Olga and asked, "You’re Bertha’s new assistant now?"

"Yep," Olga nodded. "I got fired because Madeline is making false accusations of me..."

"She did that?" Frankie somehow couldn’t believe it because he knew Madeline was cunning and smart. If she wanted to kick someone out, she would’ve done it discreetly.

Just like how she forced Frankie and Ethan to do rock-paper-scissors so Ethan would betray him.

He hated Madeline, but he also had to admit that she was really clever.

"Yes," Olga said, making a pitiful face, though it didn’t affect Frankie. "I was devastated when they kicked me out, even though I did nothing. That Madeline... was so mean..."

"Then, are you the one who suggested Bertha do this... spill the tea thing?" Frankie asked.

"Oh no, why would I? Frankie, I’m not a cruel woman," Olga said with teary eyes. "It was all Bertha’s idea. I tried to stop her, telling her that even though Madeline lied to the director and kicked me out, I didn’t want any revenge. I... I just want to live in peace."

Olga began sobbing, and Frankie felt a bit guilty. So he patted her shoulder and said, "Hey, it’s okay. I will try to talk to Ethan. He shouldn’t upload this video, or it would be a mess."

"T—Thank you. I actually adore Madeline so much. I’m her fan," Olga said. "But she said she hates fans like me, so she made up a lie and kicked me out. But I still love her and want the best for her."

Olga saw that Frankie was softening. Knowing that her method worked, Olga didn’t want to miss the chance.

"Well, Frankie, can I ask for your number?"

"Uh, what for?" Frankie peered suspiciously and soon could perceive what Olga was trying to do. "You know that I’m gay and married, right?"

"R—Right," Olga’s lips twitched. She didn’t know how Frankie knew that she aimed for his dick. But she quickly improvised. "I don’t know if Bertha will fire me anytime soon, and I was an Assistant Director for so long before I got fired. Maybe you can help me find a new job or something... This is the least you can do since it’s hard for someone like me to find a job..."

"Yeah, you’re kinda ugly. I understand," Frankie said, before he gave Bertha his contact number. "If she fires you, give me a call. I can help you."

"T—Thank you." Olga was so furious today because she got called ugly by three people at once. She abandoned her plan to seduce Frankie instantly and put him on the list of people she wanted to destroy.

’Just wait and see. I, Olga Popov, will be the Hollywood megastar, and you three will be the first to regret ever mocking me like this,’ Olga vowed. ’Then Madeline is next. I want her dead for stealing Zane from me!’