Chapter 90

The slap left Hannah Reese completely stunned. She clutched her reddened cheek, glaring at Trisha. "You think you can just hit me? Just because your star's famous, even her agent gets to throw hands now?" Her voice was sharp, instantly drawing attention from the bystanders. Trisha straightened up, eyes locked on her. "Yeah, I slapped you. You basically begged for it. Never seen anyone ask for it like you did." "If this gets out, see how long your star's 'good image' lasts. Hitting a C-list actress backstage? That's career-ending stuff," Hannah snapped, shooting daggers at Liliana, clearly taking her frustration out on her. Trisha pulled out her phone, tone cold. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I recorded everything. Every single word you said." "You kept poking us, baiting us, daring us to respond. You literally asked for it," she added, her expression icy. Hannah's eyes dropped to the phone in Trisha's hand. Whatever she was about to say got stuck in her throat. "Just wait, you'll see,"