Bella Green listened to those words, suddenly laughed, "International award-winning actress? Miss Joanne, since when did you win the Best Actress in Bollywood? Congratulations, then."

Joanne Jordan’s face suddenly changed.

She enjoyed it when others added the word ’international’ before her name.

After all, she was the only Chinese actress who made a name for herself in Bollywood.

But the Best Actress in Bollywood...

It’s important to know that Bollywood blockbusters have never cast a Chinese artist in leading roles.

How could she win the Best Actress in Bollywood?

People called her an international award-winning actress merely because she had stepped onto the international stage.

Yet Isabella dared to use this to mock her.

"Bella Green, if you don’t understand, then don’t make a fool of yourself. Bollywood never casts Chinese people as lead actresses, there’s no chance for even R country or H country."

"Perhaps in your eyes, you have no idea what it means to go international."

Joanne responded with a smile, returning the sarcasm.

Bella Green shrugged, "It’s indeed the first time I know that playing as a minor character in Bollywood qualifies one as an international award-winning actress."

Joanne’s face suddenly changed again, her eyes gradually darkening.

She indeed had been mixing in Bollywood for years, but that place was very discriminatory against Chinese people.

No matter how hard she tried, it was challenging for her to land any significant roles.

Though not merely a minor character, she certainly didn’t have many scenes.

"Oh, if Miss Bella thinks it’s simple, why don’t you give it a try? Once you’ve conquered Bollywood, you’ll also be prefixed with ’international’."

Her proud demeanor left Bella Green indifferent.

"That’s just sour grapes, belittling others only because of one’s incompetence, how laughable. Has she ever even won an award?"

"Exactly, Joanne’s been scooping awards comfortably throughout the years."

Amidst the flattery, Joanne felt somewhat elated.

Though she’s often sought after in the entertainment circle, in the elite circles, rarely anyone truly took her seriously.

After all, true nobles held little regard for people in the entertainment world.

That’s why she worked hard to climb up, to have others see her excellence.

Bella Green listened to the flattery, raising her eyebrows slightly, smiling.

She suddenly turned her gaze to Mason Bennett, and with a smile, asked.

"Mr. Bennett, do you think I will make it to Bollywood?"

This sudden question left everyone momentarily dumbfounded.

Is Bella Green out of her mind?

Clearly, Mr. Bennett doesn’t like her, yet she’s cheeky enough to speak with him.

Mason Bennett had waited an entire evening for the little sparrow to speak a word to him.

The coldness in his brows and eyes softened a bit, his voice low and rich.

Like an elegant cello, resplendent and pleasing to the ear.

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Bella Green smiled satisfactorily.

But Joanne’s expression wasn’t as pleasant, looking at Mason in astonishment.

Didn’t he dislike Bella Green?

"Mr. Bennett, you..."

Mason Bennett, listening to that irritating voice, couldn’t bear it any longer, turned his head, and looked at Joanne, his eyebrows and tone icy beyond normal.

"Who are you?"

The three words fell as though the pause button had been hit, instantly quieting the entire compartment.

Even the sound of a pin drop was distinctly audible.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What’s happening? Wasn’t Joanne on good terms with Mr. Bennett? Even speaking for him.

How come Mr. Bennett doesn’t recognize her?