“Bullshit! What the hell are you talking about?” Samuel’s face turned red with fury. He wasn’t about to let Charles intimidate him. Why should he be afraid of some brute from the countryside?
“Enough!” Vincent Brown, the assistant director, stepped in to break up the confrontation. “If you two keep this up and someone catches it on video, the director will be furious. Just drop it!”
Charles shot Samuel a glare full of fire, but he respected Vincent enough to step back. However, that didn’t mean he had forgiven Samuel. To Charles, Samuel was just a coward who only knew how to talk big.
Feigning composure, Samuel said, “I’ll let it go this time because of Vincent, but there won’t be a next time.”
“You’re right,” Charles said, his voice cold and dangerous. “If there’s a next time, I’ll beat you to a pulp.” He clenched his fists, clearly ready for another fight. Charles had never been one to back down from a brawl.
Samuel hesitated for a moment, but his pride wouldn’t let him show weakness. He retorted, “Charles, even if you had a hundred chances, you wouldn’t dare.”
“Alright, enough!” Vincent intervened again, his patience wearing thin. “It’s getting late. Everyone, head back to the hotel and get some rest. We’ve got an early shoot tomorrow. Keep it together!”
With that, everyone scattered, their silence telling the story. Samuel, however, couldn’t hide the seething hatred growing inside him for Charles.
Once he was in his Ferrari, Samuel immediately called Peter. “I just saw Skylar. She was with some boy toy. We used to think too highly of her. Now, she’s just a self-degrading whore. There’s no way she’s behind the trouble at our company. You’re overthinking it.”
“Don’t speak about Skylar anymore. I don’t want to hear it,” Peter replied, his voice sharp. “Focus on your acting. And by the way, if you have money in your account, send Kenny a few hundred thousand.”
Samuel could hear the impatience in Peter’s tone, so he didn’t argue. He didn’t have much money left in his account due to his reckless spending, but he did earn well as a celebrity. Still, after transferring $200,000 to Kenny, he called him.
“Kenny, I’ve sent you the money. From now on, Maisy is our only sister. Don’t bring up Skylar’s relationship with us to anyone,” Samuel said, a sneer creeping into his voice. “It’s embarrassing. I just saw her with some random man. How much can she really make at Gardner Group? Instead of picking herself up after being dumped, she went for a boy toy. It’s disgusting.”
“Don’t talk about Skylar like that,” Kenny replied, his voice sounding distant. “She’s our sister, after all. It’s better to clear up some things. Last time, we misunderstood her. As for Maisy… Skylar can’t compare to her.”
Kenny’s tone shifted, and though Samuel didn’t notice it, the change was subtle.
Samuel, still angry from his fight with Charles, shot back, “Skylar has nothing on Maisy. Maisy would never sleep with random men.”
Samuel was convinced that Maisy’s future husband would be someone exceptional. If not Joe, then someone equally impressive. That was the difference between Skylar and Maisy.
Kenny’s grip tightened around his phone as Samuel spoke, and for a moment, he didn’t respond.
Meanwhile, Skylar was driving when her phone buzzed with several messages. Concerned that something urgent might be happening with Janine, she asked Joe to take a look.
“Two messages,” Joe said. “Charles asked who you were having dinner with. And…” He trailed off as more messages came in, pressing his lips together.
Skylar raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. “Who’s the other one from?”
“Your friend Natty,” Joe replied, a teasing smile curling at the corner of his lips. “She sent a few pictures of muscular men, asking which one you prefer. She even picked out one or two for you.”
Skylar laughed at the absurdity, but something about Joe’s playful tone made her feel a little flustered. She quickly shifted her focus back to the road, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
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