NovelEnglishChapter 1482: Brenton looked at the director with iciness and said nothing.
The director bowed his head, foreseeing his own downfall in the silence that followed. He was so overwhelmed by fear that he began to sweat profusely and eventually collapsed to his knees.
When the director first received the script offer from the Sanderson Group, he saw it as a golden opportunity to elevate his career. He hadn't anticipated the potential for such a catastrophic failure.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYvonne watched the director buckle and kneel, her hands sweating. Her lips quivered uncontrollably, and she clenched her palms so tightly that they turned red. Any earlier arrogance had completely disappeared from her demeanor. Though it was only March, she felt as if she were in a freezing December cellar, her entire body cold, her face ghostly pale. She had never expected to offend someone so influential. At that moment, Yvonne felt her blood run cold, her mind blank.
Harlee observed Yvonne's pallid complexion, arched an eyebrow, then stood up from Rhys' side and approached Yvonne. She deftly took Yvonne's phone from her top pocket. Her movements were swift and precise, catching Yvonne off guard.
When Yvonne finally reacted, she looked up at Harlee in shock and instinctively reached for her phone. But she grasped at empty air and didn't dare stand to confront Harlee. She could only watch as Harlee casually toyed with her phone before flinging it back dismissively. Yvonne was seething with resentment. The moment her fingers touched her phone screen, she grasped Harlee's intent.
Harlee remained silent, yet with these minor actions, she had shattered Yvonne's entire entertainment career and erased any hope of recovering it.
Harlee had deliberately entered the wrong passcodes, locking Yvonne's phone for thirty minutes. Thus, even if Yvonne wanted to warn her sugar daddy not to come, it was impossible.
gvlnovsfuels your imagination Harlee's tactics were merciless, effectively severing Yvonne's last means of defense.
Yvonne's eyes burned with malice. She envied Tiffany's fortune. Not only had Tiffany captured Clint's love, but she also had connections with the daughter of the Sanderson Group.
Yvonne clenched her fists. Her sugar daddy would be here soon. She was determined not to be expelled from the crew or fall out of favor with him. She could not let this happen. Her entire life would unravel if it did. She would not allow it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYet, Yvonne had indeed used connections to bypass the crew's regulations. Now, uncertain of her next move, she feared her sugar daddy, under pressure from the Sanderson family, might shift all blonto her.
The crew was once again in chaos as the director collapsed on the floor upon grasping the severity of his errors. The assistant director gulped, his voice shaky.
"We're finished. Even the director has kneeled. What does that mean for us?" A colleague whispered back, "You're panicking too much. It's not that severe." "Too much? Have you seen how our director, known for his arrogance, just knelt before Mr. Sanderson? And the way Mr. Sanderson and the others reacted? It's obvious our director is finished!" the assistant director retorted, frustrated.
"Yvonne really offended the Sanderson daughter. Do you think Brenton won't go after her?"
Outside, the arguments continued without pause, with everyone fearing they might lose their jobs at anym moment Just then, Ryder Clarkson, the president of Hampton Real Estate Group, waddled over, his belly bulging. His first words were said in a rough voice.
"Which bitch made my darling unhappy? I'll make sure they don't live to see tomorrow!"
The crew members froze, staring at Ryder skeptically as if witnessing a man walking willingly into his downfall. Ryder assumed everyone was intimidated by his presence, his smug smile widening.
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