Swift as lightning!
She turned, meeting Rathbone's shocked gaze, a cold smirk forming.
"It seems the last lesson wasn't enough for you. Should've crippled you right then..."
"It's you?!"
Rathbone widened his eyes, a hint of shock evident. The woman who blackmailed him before?!
That familiar sensation finally made sense!
She was in cahoots with Tony!
Diana stood, the wrench twirling in her palm swiftly. "Tell me, how should I deal with you this time?"
"You b*st..."
Before Rathbone could finish, Diana's cold eyes lifted, wrench clenched tight, crashing down toward Rathbone.
Instinctively, he tried to block, but the wrench landed solidly on his arm, making him yelp in agony.
"Ah!!!"
He stumbled backward, convinced his bone must be broken!
This woman was a maniac!
No, he couldn't stay here.
He'd die...
This woman would kill him!
Rathbone's gaze turned s
"Ha... Haha, Andrew, did you think... that Tony was simply working as a attendant in a gay bar to make a living?" Rathbone chuckled, sprawled on the ground, trying to keep his cloudy eyes open. He wanted to witness Andrew's shock and disgust, to see the act of discarding Tony. Hah. Fishing for a reaction, huh? Well, nobody's getting out unscathed! But to his surprise, when Andrew turned, his icy stare settled upon him. Calm and restrained. Not a hint of the anticipated shock or anger. Rathbone suddenly had a foreboding feeling. "You... What are you... cough cough" Before he could finish, a violent coughing fit overtook him. He spat out blood and collapsed. Meanwhile, Tony, disregarding everything else, knelt on the cold floor, frantically picking up his photos. He was in a sorry state. His mind buzzed with a single thought—hide them, stash these photos away! Andrew couldn't see them... He was clutching the scattered photos on t
Ending the call abruptly, he returned to the driver's seat, noticing Tony lost in thought, head bowed. "Tony, are you resentful towards me?" Andrew asked. Tony shook his head. He didn't resent him; he simply couldn't easily trust him anymore. Tonight had thrown him off guard, leaving his mind in disarray. Seeing Tony this way, Andrew felt an unfamiliar sense of helplessness. He reached for a cigarette, lit it, but Tony suddenly turned, gazing at him. Tony reached out, taking the cigarette from Andrew. "Your stomach's not good. Smoke less," Tony said, placing the cigarette between his lips and taking a deep drag. Exhaling a thin mist, his composure seemed to slowly return. Yes, they needed to have that private conversation, he realized. Andrew glanced at Tony, both knowing that there were things between them that needed addressing. ... On the other side. Colin stood by the bed, gazing at Leah in her slumb
Diana leaned in, "Big sis, did you patch things up with my brother, Andrew?" "We didn't fight. There's nothing to patch up," Tony replied nonchalantly. Diana: ... Okay, so Andrew hasn't entirely earned forgiveness. But that's on him to fix. As Diana watched Tony and Diana converse in hushed tones, Anthony approached. He stared at Tony for a while, then exclaimed in shock, "Oh my god, what happened to your face? Did someone hit you? Are you a victim of abuse?" Diana glanced at Tony. Though his complexion wasn't perfect, the expertly applied makeup hid it well! How did Anthony, of all people, figure it out!? Tony remained unfazed, "I'm fine, just had a late night and got a bit puffy." "Come on, stop fooling me. When my dad used to beat me, my makeup artist did this for me. Seriously, spill the beans, what's really going on?" Anthony's persistence left Diana speechless. Is this guy for real? Tony adjusted h
Turning around, she found Godber looking anxious, pulling her aside. Godber: "You're being reckless, how could you just casually drink that coffee?" "Why, is there something wrong with it?" Diana coolly looked at him. Godber hesitated, scratching his head. "I'm not sure, but knowing Scarlett's character, she wouldn't be that easy-going. You should be careful." He nodded at last, "But in this setting, Scarlett probably wouldn't dare to do anything, I might be overthinking." Smiling knowingly, Diana remained silent. What couldn't Scarlett do? Without a care, she finished the coffee, because... after all, it was handed to her by the adorable Misoup! "Let's go, time to watch the show... No, I mean act." Diana pulled Godber along as they walked out together. In the rehearsal room, Scarlett, holding the script, was rehearsing lines with Clarence and Zosia. While performing, she frequently glanced towar
The doctor hesitated, "It seems like she might have taken some kind of drug." This revelation caused an immediate uproar. The chief director's expression turned extremely ugly. He turned to Paul, his gaze heavy. Originally, he had been the one to recommend Scarlett, saying she was a well-rounded heiress from a prestigious family. But now, not only was her acting terrible and her temper bad, but she dared to use drugs?! If this got out, it would greatly affect the reputation of his show! Caught in the chief director's gaze, Paul quickly distanced himself. "Flores, I didn't know anything about this. There must be some misunderstanding..." "I don't know if there's a misunderstanding, but you brought her in. How do you plan to handle this?" "This..." Paul hesitated. Even though he was furious, if Scarlett were to be fired like this, he would have trouble explaining it to the Patel family.
Godber: "The lot of you are talking nonsense. The juicer is still in the lounge. Keep denying, and you'll regret it!" The room fell into a stunned silence. The atmosphere on the set suddenly grew tense. Several staffers, already uneasy, found it hard to keep up their façade as Godber shifted his stance. Their tunes changed swiftly. "No need to pry anymore. Sorry, we weren't truthful earlier..." "Director Flores, this mess with Scarlett has nothing to do with Diana. We didn't know why she did it!" "It was actually Scarlett and Amaryllis trying to frame Diana, but they got caught in their own trap." "We're not involved in this... Director Flores, we lied under Amaryllis's threat..." They swiftly switched sides. The situation took an unexpected turn. Amaryllis's face turned pale. These jerks dared to turn on her?! "Director Flores, the truth is..." "Enough!" The director cast a disgu
Diana grabbed his hand. "If you don't believe me, feel my heartbeat pounding." Saying that, she pressed his hand against her chest. John's palm touched the softness. As if electrified, he swiftly withdrew. The icy handsome face finally reacted. "Don't tease." "Oh, suddenly feeling shy? Don't worry, Ethan is used to it. Let's ignore him. I haven't even brought out the big guns yet. John, here's a longing kiss for you..." Diana held onto John with both hands, about to lean in. Right at that moment, she noticed a head popping out of the passenger seat. Staring at her in utter shock. A handsome face with a tuft of green hair. Diana froze. "Green-hair... Frank?!" Her body stiffened slightly. "When did you get in?!" "...I've been in the car the whole time." No way. Is he that unnoticeable? Frank: You've hurt my feelings, big sis! Frank stared with wide ey
"Ms. Thompson, your face is a masterpiece! A perfect canvas!" Samuel exclaimed, admiring her radiant complexion. "Why did you even think of changing yourself into that?" Diana retorted, "Didn't you just say my previous look was unique? Now suddenly it's because you found it ugly?" Samuel stuttered, realizing he'd slipped up. "Ms. Thompson, I didn't mean—" "No need to explain, it's really ugly. Only Frank can pretend my previous makeup was beautiful," Diana interrupted bluntly, shaking her head. Then she added, "Speaking of which, your studio's interior decor, letting Frank handle that? Quite unconventional, isn't it?" Samuel looked sheepish. "Mr. Getty's taste is indeed unique. When I returned and saw it, I was taken aback." Diana rolled her eyes. "Unique doesn't cover it; it's downright strange!" "But this studio is specifically appointed for me as the fashion director. I spend most of my time in Paris," Samuel explain