GoodNovelChapter 503 A Fickle Woman A clandestine joy nestled itself within his heart, yet his emotions remained masterfully concealed. He slid into the car, his countenance as calm as a still lake. As the opulent facade of the luxury mall loomed into view, his expression subtly altered. "Halt the vehicle," he commanded.
John promptly obeyed, pulling the car to a stop. "Mr. Montague?" he inquired.
"Accompany me. We're selecting a gift," he declared. He reasoned that if she held a fondness for bracelets, her tastes would likely extend to other trinkets as well. He remembered Alex's advice from their previous conversation. Women craved indulgence. He was determined to show her that a relationship with Caterlington offered her nothing, while he could offer her so much more.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRaymond found himself perplexed by these thoughts. By all rights, he should detest Selena. She was a woman of questionable virtue, unpredictable and inconsistent. Yet, he found himself yearning for her to abandon Caterlington and, for the sake of wealth at least, choose him.
Pausing before a display of necklaces, he found none that matched the allure of the bracelet. That piece had been a serendipitous find, freshly delivered from a jewelry exhibit. The items showcased here were merely the remnants of the affluent. Despite his usual aversion to shopping, Raymond spent a good ten minutes perusing the selection before departing, a frown marring his features.
Once back in the car, he instructed, "Contact our domestic jewelry exhibit centers. Request a gift to be sent over." John glanced at him through the rearview mirror. Raymond's expression remained stern and unyielding. Having worked with him for years, John knew Mr. Montague to be a man of frosty indifference towards others. The thought of witnessing his true fury was a terrifying prospect, one John hoped he would never have to face. "Understood, I'll get in touch with them immediately," John replied.
Raymond retrieved a document from beside him, placing it on his lap. His mood seemed to have lightened somewhat. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, Selena, having deposited her newfound wealth, was seeking sexcitement. She contacted Austin to discuss the details of a script and upon learning it was Alex's, her brow furrowed.
Alex was a renowned figure in the screenwriting world; a role in one of his scripts promised a successful year at the box office. Austin was steadily gaining recognition, and Selena found his acting appealing. If investing in a film could assist Austin during his struggles and yield a profit, why wouldn't she contribute? Especially now that she had the means to do so.
At the stime, Austin arrived at the company only to have Mr. Montague hurl a contract at him. The impact left his face throbbing as he listened to the harsh reprimand, "I believed you had secured the lead role in Alex's script, but you proved to be a disappointment, getting replaced. Now that the wager is lost, gather your contract and report to All Star Entertainment immediately-they've offered a handssum for you." Austin's pupils constricted sharply, the room spinning around him.
"Mr. Montague, please consider all the revenue I've generated for the company..." Before he could complete his plea, another cup of coffee was flung in his direction. His clothes, already stained with coffee, were now soaked anew. Austin felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, his hand hanging limply at his side, clenching and unclenching in a futile display of frustration.
"If I go to All Star Entertainment, I'm finished," he murmured.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMr. Montague regarded him with a contemptuous gaze. "Without that leading role, you're of no use to us. Selling you to All Star Entertainment will be lucrative. You fail to comprehend, don't you? Stick with Mrs. Dorie-she's willing to invest in you. Who knows, you might even have a shot at the Oscars." The final remark was dripping with sarcasm.
Austin's humiliation deepened, his eyes welling up with unshed tears. But he was powerless. He was bound by a contract that left him at the mercy of the company. Any resistance would result in a crippling debt and potential imprisonment. He had witnessed their ruthless tactics before they were not lacking in that department. "I understand," he conceded.
As he turned to leave, Mr. Montague called out once more, "Take goodn care of Mrs Doffe, and don't let your En fans down."
To his fans, he was a star, their idol. But to these capitalists, he was m nothing more than a pawn in their Er game.
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