Chapter 805: Jasmine Clark is in Big Trouble (3)
Chapter 805: Chapter 805: Jasmine Clark is in Big Trouble (3)
Outside, the conversation gradually shifted to gossiping about Olivia Lewis and her mysterious financial backer.
In the makeup room, Jasmine Clark thought the talk outside was about people envying and discussing her, so she sat in front of the mirror, admiring her own face.
At that moment, the stylist came in. She politely said to her, “Ms. Lina, you’re here. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, let’s get started.”
“Mhm.”
Under normal circumstances, female stars are usually courteous to makeup artists, especially newcomers who are new to the industry, who generally treat makeup artists very politely.
It was the first time the stylist had encountered such an arrogant and thoughtless newcomer. She was taken aback, but then thinking of Jasmine’s background as a big director’s protegee, despite her initial poor impression of Jasmine, she still smiled and went forward to start doing her makeup.
The stylist had just taken out her own makeup, one by one opening it.
Getting ready to dip her brush into the foundation to apply the base.
Suddenly, Jasmine Clark dodged away from the brush with disgust and said, “What brand are you using? I have to tell you, I must use custom products from international top-tier brands; otherwise, my skin will have an allergic reaction.”
“This… I’m using Hldueuye, it’s also considered a top-tier international brand, just not a custom product, should be fine, right?”
Jasmine quickly moved far away, as if what the brush was coated with was not high-end makeup, but a virus, and rebuked furiously, “I’ve already said that I must use custom makeup from top-tier brands, otherwise I’ll have an allergic reaction! Does Hldueuye count as a top-tier brand? Have you never seen a top-tier brand?”
The stylist, suppressing her frustration, asked her, “Then what does Ms. Lina consider a top-tier brand?”
“It has to be something like Feverjioney at least,” Jasmine said haughtily.
The stylist looked at her as if she were insane. Of course, she knew the brand Feverjioney, a luxury label among top-tier brands, diamond-level in the makeup world, not only ridiculously expensive but also sold in limited quantities. Generally, only socialites and A-list superstars could afford it. She was just a newcomer; even with some connection to the director, where did she get the audacity to demand Feverjioney?
“What’s with that look?” Before the stylist could speak, Jasmine had already glared at her, impatiently urging, “I have to use something on the level of Feverjioney, go and swap it out for that, or else I won’t have my makeup done.”
“Sorry, we don’t have Feverjioney here, and I don’t have the channels to procure it for you. If you don’t want to be made up, then so be it. When Director Ford comes asking later, I can only tell the truth, that Ms. Lina is unwilling to cooperate with my work.”
The stylist’s words had barely finished.
Jasmine slapped her hard across the face, giving the stylist a violent slap and shouted, “Who do you think you are, talking to me like that! I’m telling you, go ahead and tattle! I don’t need you anymore! Get out!”
“You… you’re the one who said it!”
“What of it if I did?” She couldn’t believe she would take any flack from some insignificant makeup artist, not after the day she had endured. That slap she just delivered proved quite cathartic, finally venting some fury over seeing Cherysh Jordan clinging to her beloved Brother William.
“…” The stylist, holding her face, gave Jasmine a furious look and turned to pick up her things and left.
Just as she reached the door, she ran into Connor Ford. Connor, seeing the stylist clutching her face, her eyes brimming with tears, was taken aback and was about to ask what happened.
Jasmine had already preempted with her accusation, “Director Ford, I don’t want her as my makeup artist anymore. She clearly doesn’t want to do my makeup. I told her I’m allergic to the brand of foundation she brought, and not only did she refuse to change it, she then said she wouldn’t do my makeup and was going to complain to you, accusing me of not being willing to cooperate with her.”