**** villa complex
Britney was gnashing her teeth and clenching her fists as she watched Sarrah's broadcast.
How could she not be angry when someone she recognizes as a competitor was doing nothing and appeared to be unconcerned about the interview?
"It's time, my lady! The stylists have arrived!" the butler who was still in her little world reminded Britney.
"Sure, I will be there," Britney said as she awoke from her nightmare and looked at the female butler who had been serving her and her husband for some time.
To give Britney some space, the butler bowed her head slightly and left the room.
Britney knew that if she let Sarrah get into her head, she would be the one who suffered in the end, and she didn't want to suffer or suffer another loss at Sarrah's expense.
She set her phone down on the small table and rose to leave for the small salon where the stylists were currently working.
