Chapter 314
“Someone that pretty has to be a new artist.”
Emily bit her lip, her cheeks still soft with a hint of baby fat, and stared down at her shoes. She mumbled under her breath, “It’s bad enough she’s prettier than me, but she has to be tall and skinny too
Her assistant just frowned, at a loss for words.
Emily was Kenneth’s biggest fan. She had joined the entertainment industry because of him.
If Kenneth actually had something going on with that girl from earlier…
The assistant didn’t even want to imagine it.
“I thought Kenneth didn’t even like hanging out with people in the industry,” Emily complained, her frustration growing. She finally gave her sleeve a little flick and stormed off. “Liar.”
“Emily
Her assistant hurried after her, brows furrowed. “Don’t be mad. You still have to talk about the voiceover today
“Forget it.” Emily climbed into the company van, pouting as she stared out the window. “I spent a whole year filming that movie. I only agreed because they promised me a top-tier voice actress. Now they want to give me some random person? No way. I’m not letting that happen.”
Her assistant quickly tried to calm her down.
“The director just called. He said they’re in talks with Timbre, just waiting for her to say yes.”
“Timbre?”
Emily’s mood shifted instantly. She spun around, eyes lighting up, a spark of hope in her voice.
Everyone in the industry knew about Timbre. Every film she had dubbed—big blockbuster or small indie-had turned into a smash hit, both here and abroad.
If they could get Timbre to voice the female lead, it would be a huge boost for any shot at international awards.
But…
“Didn’t Timbre retire a few years ago?” Emily asked, lowering her voice.
Word was, she’d quit after a director tried something shady. She’d taken a trophy to his head in a rage, and that creep ended up in jail.
“If it’s really about Timbre, then let’s go back. This is actually worth discussing.”
Honestly, Emily had always liked her work.
“Oh, and one more thing.” Emily hopped out of the van, lifting her skirt a little, her
voice suddenly sweet and bright. “Find out who that girl with Kenneth was.”
She needed to know her competition before she made her next move.
…
Imperial Heights.
Charlotte headed straight for her room as soon as she got home.
She transferred twenty million to the research institute, then opened her laptop and
pulled up the info on the buyer looking for Asclepius.
Identity: Confidential.
Age: Confidential.
Gender: Male.
Diagnosis: Terminal illness.
Offer: Two hundred million.
Charlotte propped her chin on her hand, gaze cool, a hint of frost in her eyes.
No wonder Jackson and Adonis
never wanted her to take these jobs.
The more secretive the client, the
more unpredictable and
dangerous—it got. Especially a place like Apex, where no country had control and anything could happen at any time.
Still, two hundred million was serious money.
Danger was real, but so was that paycheck.
For the B20 compound, a trip to Apex, and two hundred million on top? Totally worth
it.
The only catch was, the round trip would take a week. How was she supposed to explain that to the ever-clingy Anthony?
She was still trying to figure it out when she heard footsteps outside her door.
Charlotte’s brow tightened. She closed the website and casually put her homework on the desk.
A moment later, the door opened.
A tall, lean figure stepped in.
Anthony stood there in a crisp white
shirt, his tie perfectly done up, his black suit jacket draped over his arm. A smile played on his handsome face. He looked every bit the picture of class and restraint, attractive you couldn’t help but stare.
“Doing your homework?”
Anthony tossed his jacket on the sofa and walked over to her, planting his hands on the arms of her chair and leaning down. His jaw brushed lightly against her shoulder