The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 990

Some people were disgusted, while others were moved.

They were the bottom of the barrel in the social circle. Life ain’t easy for any of them. They were burning their

youth, time and energy, yet they can’t even scrape up a smidgen of respect. However, in the present society, no

matter what you did, there was always a horde of folks ready to rip you apart for all sorts of reasons.

When they saw what Chloe was doing, some folks just furrowed their brows and rolled their eyes.

“Playing the saint now, are we?”

“Isn’t this just a ploy to grab attention?”

Wendy heared the chatter behind her, paused, and turned around. What she saw was Chloe holding the script she

just chucked away.

“Looky there, she managed to hog the limelight.”

“What a conniving little…”

Chloe turned to glance at Wendy.

Wendy just gave a slight smile, glanced at the script in her hand, nodded at her with a hint of disdain and sarcasm

flashing across her face, and then hailed a cab. She didn’t bother to greet Chloe, as they weren’t exactly on good

terms.

After all, weren’t these people looking down on her? Trying to get her attention? Let them think what they want.

More snickers followed from behind. “What a waste of effort.”

“Such a drama queen.”

“Odd, she seems familiar.”

“Right, right! I thought she looked familiar too.”

At that point, Chloe turned around, her face impassive. She scanned the crowd, causing those who laughed at her

to involuntarily shrink back and shut up. Turning back, she spoted a scruffy–looking man standing in the corner,

staring at her. His face was calm, devoid of any emotion. It was as if he was used to all this.

Chloe didn’t say a word, but she saw Manuel trotting over. He spoted her right away and waved at her excitedly.

“Chloe! Chloe! I’m here!”

Everyone at the entrance turned to look at her, their eyes filled with curiosity.

“Isn’t that Winston’s assistant?” someone suddenly asked.

“What? Winston’s assistant?!”

“Ah! I remember now! She…she is…” someone suddenly exclaimed.

At that moment, the electric gate opened, and Chloe walked in. As she did, Winston appeared in everyone’s line of

sight.

“Winston! It’s really Winston!”

“Ah! Winston!”

Suddenly, everyone at the gate turned into super fans, screaming. Chloe frowned and headed for the gate.

Winston seemed aloof, exuding an untouchable vibe. His icy demeanor only served to skyrocket his popularity

inexplicably.

“What brings you here?” Winston looked down at her and asked softly.

“Just bored, thought I’d drop by to see if there are any new talents worth grooming.”

“Find anyone?”

Chloe shook her head.

Winston took her hand, “Let’s take a look inside. Each troupe has some minor actors with some experience and

training.

You might want to take a look at them.”

Outside, a crowd was watching.

They all envied Chloe.

“Who is she? Why is she so close to Winston?”

“She drives a pretty ordinary car. Could she be Winston’s sugar baby?”

“A sugar baby would be so bold?”

“Well, men are easily swayed by women. Maybe she’s trying to force Winston to acknowledge their relationship.”

“Such a schemer…”

“Guys, what are you talking about?! Don’t you recognize her? That woman… that woman is Chloe, the CEO of

Starlight International!”

“What…”

The people who were laughing at Chloe were all taken aback, still in shock. They all wore a look of surprise.

The CEO of Starlight International?

“She…why would she come here?”

“She looks even more beautiful in person than on camera. I wouldn’t have recognized her if not for the mention.”

“Yeah, right. I never thought such a high–profile person would come here, let alone mingle with us extras.”

“Didn’t you hear her earlier? She said she’s here to scout for talents.”

Those who were laughing at Chloe earlier were now pale as ghosts. Looking at Chloe, although she was not far

away, it felt like she was a world away.

Winston’s suggestion made sense. Chloe nodded, then turned to Manuel and said,

“Manuel, wait here for a bit. I’ve ordered some coffee and tea for you.”

Manuel immediately made an OK sign.

“Alright, Ms. Summers, don’t worry!”

Chloe nodded, glanced at the script in her hand, then looked at the scruffy man nearby.

The man walked over, looked at the script in her hand, and said softly, “Thank you.”

Chloe gave a slight smile, then followed Winston into the film base.

“You seem pretty confident about this script.”

Winston glanced at her, then looked back at the man. The man was taken aback, a hint of surprise crossing his

face. He’d been here for over two months, and everyone’d been avoiding him. Script being discarded, thrown into

trash cans, used as fans, as seat wipes, you name it.

It hurt, but what can he do about it?

So when Chloe initiated a conversation about the script, he was almost shocked into disbelief. He hurried to catch

up and replied, “Yes.”

Chloe pulled her hand out of Winston’s, fliped open the first page of the script as they walked, then smiled slightly.

“Is it a historical drama?”

The man nodded, “Yes.”

Chloe closed the script, not bothering to read further. A hint of disappointment crossed the man’s face, but it was

as if he expected it.

“A few years ago, historical dramas were all the rage, and some high–quality classics came out that still stand

unrivaled today. Audiences are getting weary of this genre, and those classics have made them even pickier.

Making another historical drama might seem like biting off more than you can chew to others. Are you really

confident?”

Chloe kinda got why his script just sank like a stone, with no one giving a hoot.