Miley’s POV:
How could I take time off? I needed to cultivate my image as a diligent, dedicated professional. I’d even planned for my assistant to take some photos this afternoon so I could post them on Twitter tonight.
So, I maintained my smile and replied, “I’m not tired!”
“You filmed all night yesterday. If you don’t rest, I’m afraid it will affect your performance this afternoon.” He paused, then added, “Besides, Mr. Robinson wants to see you tonight.”
“Mr. Robinson?” I was utterly stunned, my heart racing. I could scarcely believe it. “Which Mr. Robinson?”
“Who else could it be?” Director Robert chuckled. “Mr. Robinson’s assistant called me this morning. He said Mr. Robinson has seen a few of your scenes and thinks you have real talent. He wants to discuss an advertisement with you.”
“An advertisement?” Exc
Scarlett’s POV:I propped myself up in bed and checked the time on my phone.Not even eight o’clock.I opened Twitter and scanned the online chatter about myself.The content was mostly the same, but there were more haters than yesterday.I logged out, tossed aside the covers, and walked into the bathroom.Feeling sticky all over, I decided to take a shower.Half an hour later, I emerged wearing a bathrobe and clutching a towel.Eleanor opened the door just then and seemed surprised to see me not only awake but freshly showered.“Scarlett, you’re up so early today!”“Yeah, couldn’t sleep.” I sat down at the vanity, picked up my skincare products, and started applying them. “Where’s Everett?”My tone was nonchalant. She replied truthfully, “Davis came over last night and then left.”I nodded at this, saying nothing more.
Davis’s POV:An hour and a half later, I pulled my car into the villa’s courtyard.I got out, clutching the medicine as I hurried toward the entrance.I rang the doorbell, and Eleanor came to open it.Eleanor and I exchanged a nod.“Mr. Robinson is over by the sofa.”“Thank you,” I said as I stepped inside.Over by the sofa, Mr. Robinson leaned back with his eyes closed, his expression guarded.“Mr. Robinson.” I approached him, bowing slightly. “I brought your medication.”He opened his eyes, sat up, and said, “Hand it over.”I passed him the medicine.He popped two stomach pills into his mouth, and I picked up the water glass from the table to hand it to him.After taking the pills, he set the glass down.Eleanor approached, concern in her gaze. “How are you feeling now, Mr. Robinson?”He gave a faint n
Eleanor’s POV:From outside the car window, I saw him leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed.Knock… knock…I tapped on the car door. He frowned slightly and looked out the window.Seeing me there, he rolled it down. “What is it?”“Mr. Robinson, is your stomach acting up?”“No…”“I called Assistant Davis. He said your condition requires medication, and he’s on his way.”“….”“Why does Davis have to blab everything?”Fearing Everett would blame Davis, I quickly added, “I also told Scarlett. She said you should rest inside until Davis arrives.”At those words, his eyes lit up.“She really agreed to let me inside?”If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would never have believed that a man like Everett Robinson, CEO of W.S., could look so flustered.I
Scarlett’s POV:Eleanor had a point.I hesitated for a moment before sighing softly. “Let’s see how things go. Where are those properties you mentioned?”“Right under the tree up ahead.”Eleanor pointed toward the window. “You can see them from here!”I stepped out of the bathroom and walked toward the window.Fortunately, I had drawn the curtains as soon as I entered the room, so I wouldn’t be caught on camera.I gently peeked through a small opening and looked down.It was too dark outside, so I could only vaguely make out a black sedan parked beneath the tree.I frowned. “The car doesn’t look like a paparazzi vehicle. Eleanor, did you misidentify it?”“I couldn’t tell what kind of car it was!” She scratched her forehead.I kept staring at the car, a sudden suspicion rising in my mind.“Go down and check
Everett’s POV:After the call ended, Davis immediately stepped forward to retrieve his phone, looking at me with concern.“Miss Taylor is clearly lying. I can’t help but feel she has ulterior motives in asking for your number. Mr. Robinson, you must be cautious!”“You can’t catch a wolf without sacrificing the bait.” I stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray. “Her attitude toward me is already brimming with eagerness. By engaging her, I’m keeping her focused on me. At least this way, before I figure everything out, Scarlett might stay somewhat calm.”“You have thought this through quite thoroughly, but Miss Scarlett doesn’t know that. I sense she is quite averse to Miley too.”“We can’t worry about that now.” I glanced at my watch. “You should go rest.”He nodded and turned to leave.I entered the bedroom, grabbed my pajamas, an
Davis’s POV“…”How could I have known that in those five minutes, Amelia had orchestrated this entire scene?It was fortunate I had only been gone for five minutes. Had it been any longer… well, Mr. Robinson’s integrity might have been compromised.Reflecting on it now, I realized I had indeed been negligent that day.“Mr. Robinson, I’m sorry.”He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Never mind. Right now, we need to confirm whether Amelia shared these photos and videos with anyone else. Also, did Miley say anything else?”“I’ll look into Amelia’s end.” I paused before adding, “Miley only sent these photos and videos.”“Ask her what she meant by this.”I nodded and dialed Miley’s number.On the other end, she answered quickly, “Assistant Davis.”I pressed speakerphone. “He