Chapter 989
Beverly was dressed to the nines in a figure–hugging white gown.
She closed her laptop nonchalantly, her hands resting on the armrests of her large chair. Turning her chair towards the floor–to–ceiling window, she crossed her arms and gazed into the distance, lost in thought.
After some time, she rose from her seat, donned her trench coat, and grabbed her purse before leaving the office. Her secretary immediately stood up, “Ms. Summers, where are you heading?”
Without pause, Chloe responded, “Not sure, just call me if anything comes up.”
The secretary stuttered, “…Alright.”
Chloe found her car and sat in the driver’s seat for a moment, unsure of where to go.
All she knew was that staying in the office wouldn’t get her anywhere.
She pulled out her phone, intending to browse the internet but quickly thought better of it.
Finally, she opened WhatsApp and checked the only group chat named Royal Scum.
Scum…
She composed herself before opening the group chat.
Chloe [Anyone around?]
Kane [Yep!]
Hans [Yep!]
Ella [Yep!]
Noah [Yep!]
Sawyer [Yep!]
Seth [Yes.]
Kane [Can the last one just ruin the pattern like that?]
Seth [I don’t think I am the last one.]
A few seconds later-
Seth […]
!
Kane [Probably Damon is busy… But Seth, aren’t you usually the coldest? How come you replied so fast? What have you been up to? We haven’t seen you around.]
Seth [Missing me?]
Kane [Buzz off! You’ve had enough! Chloe, What’s up?]
Chloe, with a small smile, typed on her phone-
[Seth, have you ever chased after a female celebrity?]
Kane, Hans, Ella… [LOL, this is some juicy stuff!]
Seth [What? You’re a journalist now?]
Chloe [Nope, just bored. Any cool places you can recommend?]
Seth [Your future husband’s bed.]
Chloe’s mouth twitched, this petty man, his revenge was swift.
Not long after, Seth sent another message-
[If you’re bored, try the movie city. You might discover some up–and–coming talents.]
Chloe paused, remembering that Winston had a cameo today. After thanking Seth, she drove off.
P City had a sizeable movie city. Upon arrival, Chloe saw a group of people of various shapes and sizes. Most of them were good–looking, well–built young men and women. Without any resources or connections, they started here as extras, hoping to be noticed by a director or screenwriter and eventually become stars. There were also some shabbily dressed loafers and beggars waiting for free food.
Chloe got out of the car, and the people who were originally looking at her with anticipation had a hint of obvious disappointment on their faces.
A woman, in the eyes of entertainment industry folks, must surely have connections. However, she didn’t seem to be any famous actress, which meant she was of no use to them.
“Sigh, looks like we’ll be waiting in vain today.”
“When will my benefactor show up?”
“Was that woman just now the CEO of Infinity Media?”
Chloe frowned at the news. The CEO of Infinity Media?
“Yes, nowadays, there are female bigwigs in the entertainment industry too. Don’t underestimate women. Look, here comes another one, better put on a good show.”
“You’re joking, right? How many women in the entertainment industry are big shots? I’d rather save my energy and wait for the CEO of Infinity Media. She should be coming out soon.”
A beautiful young woman lazily glanced at Chloe, not giving her a second look, before turning her gaze back to the gate.
Several people came out from the gate.
Seeing the person surrounded by two others, Chloe couldn’t help but sneer. She had been wondering why Beverly and Jacob had announced their engagement so openly, and now she realized it was because of her presence.
“Ms. Wendy, I hope you can take a look at this script, even if it’s just a glance.”
A man who had chased after her stood panting at the entrance, speaking to Wendy. His clothes were tattered, his face haggard, and his long hair was messy due to lack of care. Even though he seemed to be begging, his voice was brimming with confidence.
Annoyance flashed across Wendy’s face; it seemed she was already fed up with him. She looked at him helplessly, holding her hand up to her nose, unable to hide her disgust.
The man standing next to Wendy immediately said, “Ms. Wendy, don’t bother with him. He’s very persistent. Every director in the movie city probably has a copy of his script, and there’s still no news. If it were really good, would it still be here?”
Wendy had no intention of dealing with this unkempt man. His appearance was a mess, how could he write a good script? But when she saw so many people watching her at the gate, she clenched her lips, held her breath to avoid the man’s smell, and still accepted the script.
“I’ll take a look.”
The man smiled, said a thank you, and then stepped aside.
Wendy slightly raised the corner of her mouth and walked out of the gate under the protection of the security guard.
The eyes of the extras were like hungry wolves, hoping to win her favor. But the result disappointed them.
Chloe stood not far away, blocked by a group of excited extras. Wendy didn’t notice her and just kept walking, stopping at the corner to casually throw the script into a trash can before continuing on her way.
Chloe immediately frowned, walked to the trash can where the script was discarded, surrounded by leftovers from the extras‘ meals. It was greasy.
Without hesitation, she picked up the script, carefully brushing off the food scraps stuck to the back. The front part was still as good as new.
Even though the man looked unkempt, she had noticed that the script he held was brand new, and the white paper was spotless. This showed how much he cherished this script.
A creator’s work was like their child. How harsh and cruel was it when your own kid got ditched and mocked?
She was a creator too. Remembering the feeling when the perfume she designed with full confidence was chucked and smashed, or when everyone thought her work was a rip–off, no one could understand that kind of heartache and sorrow.
Seeing her actions, everyone had different reactions.
Can anyone tell me the novel’s original language, name and author ? i think its Chinese novel translated but I’m not sure..