”She could have opted out of the program if she didn’t want to be onscreen. I wanted to film some bloopers.” The cameraman was hesitant.The director rolled his eyes. “You know the working class don’t have a say in these things.”The cameraman adjusted his camera and considered it. “Well, he’s pretty protective.”The director was itching to spill the beans. What was the use of keeping gossip to himself? Gossip was meant to be spread. “One of his companies is funding the entire program. They’ve probably spent millions on it. Of course, he would protect her.”The cameraman replied, “This is pocket change to them.”“I think so, too.” They could spend this money without a second thought.The entertainment circle was full of outstanding people. Everyone knew who was privileged and who was not. Those who came from wealth and had people backing them up could not be offended.“Alright, roll the cameras. I’m going to go over the scenes.”Zoey had her own office. While walking through th
She didn't smell of alcohol. Only the slightest whiff lingered. Zoey hadn’t drank much. Her mind was clear. She didn't want to talk to him. Not even a polite greeting.As soon as the elevator doors opened, she walked out. With his long legs, Laurence caught up with her quickly. He didn't even have to try.Zoey was starting to get irritated. She lied, "I didn't drink."Laurence pursed his lips but didn't expose her lie.She had driven her uncle's car, but couldn't drive home since she had been drinking. She had to hire a designated driver. She wasn’t successful after a long time. Even when she was lucky enough to match with a driver, they would almost immediately cancel on her.Laurence looked at Zoey’s phone. Her head was bowed, but he noticed the frown on her face. He was very familiar with the expression.He asked again casually, "Did you drive?" Laurence seemed calm and undisturbed. It was as if he was able to remain cool-headed under any circumstance. His emotional outbreaks
After Zoey went upstairs, the rain only got worse. The drops fell heavily.The divider in the car was lowered, but the driver didn’t dare make a sound. He even made an effort to breathe as quietly as possible. He thought Laurence had grown more human in recent months than in the past few years. At times, his silence was terrifying.As a driver, he knew better than to speak out of turn. Even if he felt that Laurence was in the wrong, he wouldn't dig his own grave.The rain quickly soaked a corner of Laurence’s shirt. He finally closed the window but didn't tell the driver to leave. He asked in a low voice, "Does it matter that she's married?"His tone was flat. As though he hadn't said something so earth-shattering.In his mind, two forces were at play. The side with his intact conscience told him he shouldn't force her any longer. He shouldn’t threaten her if she insists on staying married. He had already pushed her too many times.His cold-hearted, ruthless side argued that one
"Mr. Scott, Charlie Brun. An attorney who wants to make an appointment with you. He wants to discuss visitation rights. Would you like me to schedule a meeting with our corporate lawyer?" Laurence fell silent. "Take him to the meeting room." Given his busy schedule, Matthew was surprised Laurence would handle such a small matter. He nodded and replied, "Of course."Laurence didn’t think Zoey would act so quickly. It seemed she didn't want to wait a second longer. She found a lawyer to cut the last tie with him."Get someone from our legal team to join the meeting." "Sure." Zoey’s attorney specialized in marital law. He had a contract for the other party to give up custody rights ready on his computer. Lawyers' fees were usually calculated by the hour and sometimes even by the minute.It was Charlie's first time at the headquarters of the famous Scott Group. He was kept waiting in the meeting room for half an hour. He checked his watch. He had prepared himself for the possibi
Zoey may have been seen as a pushover. Even when she sent back the interns’ proposal, she was soft-spoken and always open to discussion. She had always had patience for those starting their careers. She didn't hold back in sharing her experience and wisdom.The younger generation was more assertive. The interns were pretty well-off and had never had a hard time at home or school. They were offended that their proposal was criticized and turned down. Besides, it was no secret that Zoey had connections. She was around their age, but the interns weren't too pleased with their leader. The interns grumbled in hushed tones. They assumed Zoey would pretend she hadn’t heard them to keep up with appearances. Zoey stopped them. She said, "You can voice your complaints. No one will respect you if you moan among yourselves." Her calm words made their faces flush. It was like a slap in the face. They couldn't believe she would point it out so bluntly.The interns returned to their office. T
“Were you behind it?” Zoey asked as she ended the call. Laurence didn't understand Zoey's question. "What?" Despite his confused tone, Zoey didn’t believe him and it showed in her eyes. She did not trust him. Laurence was capable of getting whatever he wanted and he would do anything to get it. He threatened her to divorce Michael, and a few days later, Michael was in a car accident. The timing was too suspicious to be a coincidence. Laurence looked into Zoey's eyes. Her expression made him feel uncomfortable. Her lack of faith in him stung. He swallowed hard and took a moment to compose himself. He asked, "What happened?"Zoey did not hide the truth. "Michael was in a car accident." Laurence curled his lips and scoffed. He stared at her blankly. He knew where the conversation was going. "So you think I'm behind it?" Zoey nodded. "That's right." She ignored the hurt in his eyes and asked in a flat tone, "Wasn't it?" Laurence sneered at her serious tone. The pair were locke
There was a dark and menacing undertone to Laurence's words.After Laurence hung up on Michael, Zoey snatched her phone from him. Her face was flushed with rage. Laurence grew angry. He couldn't stand Zoey's attention being on someone else, even if the man was her lawful husband. "He isn't dead. You don't have to feel bad for him." Laurence's jealousy surged through him. The air grew thick and oppressive.The anger drove Zoey to the brink of tears. Her tendency to burst into tears had not changed much over the years. "Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth." Laurence felt uneasy, but he kept it together. He replied gracefully, "Yes, I'm a monster."Zoey didn’t waste another breath. She rushed out of the building and hailed a cab. Suddenly, the man dragged her into another car and slammed the door shut. She heard the door lock click. The chauffeur was used to the scenario. He held his breath the entire time. Laurence sat next to Zoey calmly. He cocked his head over and a
Zoey was startled when she heard the term of endearment, but she quickly warmed up to it. She let Michael hold her hand. She pursed her lips and asked in a soft voice, "What did the doctor say?" Michael hadn’t listened to what the doctor said, but he assumed it was nothing serious. Otherwise, he wouldn't be in the ward with only an IV drip."The doctor wants to keep me for observation," he told her. As Zoey's long-time friend, Michael was on her side. He knew she didn't want anything to do with her ex-husband anymore, so he played the role of an attentive and caring husband in front of Laurence. Michael didn’t mind addressing Zoey intimately. "I'm in pain, babe." He spoke in a weak and shaky voice. He leaned on Zoey as if she was his only lifeline. Laurence scowled at Michael. He found Michael repulsive before, but now he wanted to kill him. Michael felt a cold chill run through him.Zoey believed Michael. She furrowed her brows and asked, "Where does it hurt? Did you ask the