Bailey gritted her teeth. Yes, Julia only knew a handful of people.
The roses were most likely sent by that gigolo she saw the other day. These days, even gigolos were wealthy, often kept by a few rich women. Buying a truckload of roses wouldn't be a problem for them.
It was probably just one person; there couldn't be anyone else sending gifts to Julia.
So, this gift must have been from Harry.
Bailey hoped that Harry's gift would help her regain some face; otherwise, today would be utterly humiliating!
With that thought, Bailey strode out.
When they went outside, there was nothing there!
Just a delivery guy!
"Where's Miss Avery's gift?" Celeste shouted.
The delivery guy immediately came over. "It's in my bag. Could you please sign for it?"
"In your bag?" Celeste's eyes lit up instantly, and she excitedly squeezed Bailey's hand.
"Sister Bailey, it must be jewelry! It's jewelry!"
Bailey forced a smile, trying to appear nonchalant as she took the delivery slip.
This time, she was more cautious and checked the name on the slip.
But when Bailey saw the name, her eyes widened in shock, almost popping out of their sockets!
Julia Avery!
It was Julia Avery again!
However, she had already accepted the delivery slip. If she sent it back now, it would be utterly humiliating!
No way! She couldn't let Julia steal the spotlight again!
"Is there a problem, Miss Avery?"
"Uh... no," Bailey Avery forced a smile and quickly signed Julia's name.
The delivery guy glanced at the signature, then carefully handed a square box to Bailey with utmost respect.
Bailey felt deeply humiliated. As soon as the delivery guy left, she planned to tear up the delivery slip so no one would know the package was meant for Julia.
"Alright, I'm off," the delivery guy said, turning to leave.
Bailey finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Hey, Sister Bailey, what did you get? Show us!" Celeste suddenly called out.
Celeste hadn't seen the name when Bailey signed it, so she assumed the package was really for Bailey.
Bailey's face instantly turned pale.
The delivery guy, hearing the commotion, turned back around. "You're not Julia Avery?"
Celeste, completely clueless about what had just transpired, glanced at the delivery guy and then at Bailey's pale face. She instantly understood the situation.
At that moment, a few actors noticed Bailey stepping out and followed suit.
What they saw was quite a scene.
The delivery guy quickly snatched the square box back from Bailey's hands.
"How could you try to claim someone else's package?"
Though Bailey had already debuted, her first project hadn't been released yet. Unless someone was deeply invested in the entertainment industry, they wouldn't know who she was.
The delivery guy, who worked tirelessly every day delivering packages, had no time for entertainment news and naturally didn't recognize her.
Holding the box, he called out, "Miss Julia Avery! Miss Julia Avery, your package!"
Hearing her name, Julia walked over.
"What is it?"
"Sorry, someone just tried to sign for your package pretending to be you. My apologies," the delivery guy said, repeatedly bowing in apology.
The crew members and actors nearby glanced at Bailey, immediately grasping the situation.
It was clear that Bailey had once again tried to claim a package out of her own wishful thinking. Upon seeing Julia's name, she had signed it, hoping to get away with it.
But now—
Bailey stood there, feeling a heavy weight in her chest, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into!
Julia took the box and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome!" The delivery guy smiled and left.
Right now, everyone was laughing at Bailey!
The future mistress of Artis International had been outshone by someone with no status or background!
What a huge joke!
Julia opened the box to find a comb and a card inside.
"Dear, we will meet soon. Remember to miss me."
It was signed: Owen.
Seeing this name, Julia felt a bit dazed.
He had appeared again...
While Julia was lost in thought, a loud "slap" startled everyone.
Julia turned toward the source of the sound. She saw Celeste holding her face, tears streaming down. "Sister Bailey, I... I didn't mean to..."
"How could you ask me to sign without checking? Is this how you do your job?!"
Bailey Avery shouted and then stormed out of the room.
Today, she had lost all her dignity!
Celeste had no choice but to follow her.
Julia felt that things were getting too intense today. After saying goodbye to Director Blithe, she quickly left.
Her mind was filled with just one name.
Owen, Owen, Owen.
He had appeared again. What should she do?
Back home, Julia was still in a daze. She held a comb in her hand.
This was no ordinary comb. She couldn't even identify the material.
Its color was old, but it seemed like it was originally an off-white. The edges were irregular, and each tooth of the comb looked like—teeth.
This peculiar appearance made Julia question whether it was even a comb.
Just as she was pondering this oddity, her phone rang.
Seeing the number on the screen, Julia couldn't help but roll her eyes before answering the call.
"Hey, Julia! Did you like the roses I sent you?"
"Like them? Are you kidding me?" Julia shot back without hesitation.
"What the heck! You didn't like them? Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to get those roses? Ecuador had a bad season for roses this year; they're in limited supply and super expensive!
I had to pull some strings with my uncle's people to get them. If my uncle finds out, he'll kill me!"
"..."
"And just the air freight alone cost me five thousand bucks. Altogether, I spent eleven grand on those roses!"
"Oh."
Faced with the other person's agitated complaints, Julia responded with a simple "Oh."
The person on the other end instantly lost their temper. "Where are my roses?"
"I gave half of them away."
"Gave them away? Julia Avery, I went through so much trouble to get you those roses, and you just gave them away?!"
It was clear the other person was already fuming, their breath heavy with anger. "What about the other half?"
"I sold them."
"You sold them?"
A thunderbolt from a clear sky!
"Julia, are you even human? You sold the flowers I gave you?!"
"So what if I did? There were so many of them. Where was I supposed to put them all? You might as well have converted the shipping cost and the price of the roses into dollars and given that to me. I might have liked that better."
"You... you... do you have any sense of romance at all?"
"Nope."
"Julia Avery!"
The call ended abruptly, the other person practically spitting blood in frustration.
Julia sighed, looking at the name in her messaging app. After a moment of thought, she decided to send a text.