Clara Bennett hurriedly changed clothes on set and rushed to a café.
In a private room, she t soone—Samuel Grant’s friend, Kai Smith.
In her mories of the past, Kai Smith also had issues around this ti.
Back then, Samuel Grant was tight on cash, finding all sorts of excuses to delay paying for the projects he previously promised.
He ticulously reviewed the contract terms, picking out every legal loophole he could exploit, stubbornly refusing to pay.
The outco of this was disastrous; Kai Smith’s mother couldn’t receive tily treatnt due to the lack of dical funds, ultimately passing away.
But this ti things are very different.
Samuel Grant’s fate has completely changed because he married Clara Bennett.
anwhile, Kai Smith’s life has only gotten worse, even his ntal state seems off, as if he is in a daze all day long.
At first, Samuel Grant pretended to sympathize with Kai Smith’s plight, and Clara Bennett didn’t grow suspicious.
However, as ti passed, especially after Daisy Stone’s involvent in several incidents ca to light, Clara realized everything was a massive conspiracy against Kai Smith, and he was rely an innocent victim.
Standing before her now was a man who clearly hadn’t rested well for days, his eyes covered in red veins.
When he looked at her, he seed enveloped in a heavy shadow, looking particularly despondent, with barely any change in expression.
Kai Smith asked coldly, "What exactly is your purpose in seeking out? Since you chose to be with Samuel Grant, people like you who have had privileges since birth, unable to understand others’ struggles, seem detestable and disgusting to ."
Hearing this, Clara Bennett raised an eyebrow slightly, showing no significant emotional response, casually placing a bank card on the table, her tone carrying a hint of laziness and disdain, "Please don’t compare us to those lowlife types, alright? It is truly unpleasant to hear. To be direct, my intentions are simple. I’m offering you ten million dollars in advance to help solve your current problems, and in return, I’d like you to do a small favor. Use this money to treat your mother’s illness first, and then contact as soon as possible; the sooner you act, the better."
After hearing this, a spark slowly ignited in Kai Smith’s once lifeless eyes, "What’s your plan exactly?"
Facing the question, Clara Bennett displayed a smile that was both cold and deviously cunning.
"It’s actually quite straightforward; it’s about leveraging your strength to deal with that guy nad Fu. Watching him cause your family’s downfall repeatedly, this opportunity is too valuable to pass up, and surely you won’t easily let it go."
Kai Smith’s hatred for Samuel Grant was deeply rooted, and upon hearing this, he responded without hesitation, gritting his teeth, "As long as it saves my mother and helps get revenge on the person I hate the most, I’ll do anything for you. I swear, I’ll give everything I have to fulfill your commands without the slightest bit of slack!"
Clara Bennett smiled faintly, her tone calm as she said, "Having you do nial labor would be a waste of your talent. From today on, you will be the boss of my new company. I trust you can take on this role, and as long as you genuinely dedicate yourself, the future will surely be bright."
At eight in the evening, the main creative team and staff of the production split up and t the legendary investor, Mr. Johnson, in a private room.
The atmosphere in the room was tense, and everyone seed particularly cautious.
Ethan Smith always disliked such social events and simply didn’t attend.
He found such superficial formalities extrely distasteful, preferring to enjoy a mont of peace alone at ho rather than deal with others insincerely.
The screenwriter, due to social anxiety, also didn’t show up. Even though he knew this was a great opportunity to network, he simply couldn’t face the occasion and chose to avoid it, silently praying he wouldn’t get scolded for it later.
Nell Sue sat next to Yvonne Young, glancing at the empty seat, seeing that Clara Bennett’s spot was still vacant, maliciously remarked with a contemptuous tone, "The investors host a al, and Clara, a newcor, dares not to attend, a complete lack of humility and modesty in today’s youth."
Yvonne Young raised an eyebrow, her sharp gaze fixed on Nell Sue, and retorted unceremoniously, "What, does it bother you? If you have sothing to say, say it directly, no need to go around in circles."
Nell Sue wore an unconcerned expression, slightly smirking, "Not so much bothered, just feel that tis have changed. When we first started, we didn’t dare to casually treat every opportunity, especially respecting investors and superiors."
Though her words were flat, they bore a hint of sarcasm.
Yvonne Young sneered, openly disdainful, "You wouldn’t dare now either, just stirring up trouble here."
Hearing this, Nell Sue’s expression froze, then she forced an awkward smile, unsure how to respond and maintained an awkward silence, the resentnt in her heart inexpressible.
Yvonne Young couldn’t be bothered to deal with this woman who was clearly trying to use her to stir up trouble, fully aware there were ulterior motives for bringing this up now.
Thinking she could sow discord, Yvonne wouldn’t fall for it this ti.
Mr. Johnson scanned the room and noticed the absence of the leading actress, Clara Bennett, feeling a bit displeased.
He was here specifically to et Clara Bennett, as she was the erging talent he was focusing on supporting, and her absence left him slightly irritated, "Is our leading actress on her way?"
His words carried a subtle hint of urgency.
Although leading actor George Taylor wasn’t present either, he was an actor of high esteem, and soone like Mr. Johnson, even being stood up, wouldn’t be bothered at all.
Moreover, Mr. Johnson’s mind was entirely preoccupied with matters involving the leading actress, leaving him disengaged from the whereabouts of others.
The casting director hastily explained, "Actually, this is sowhat unexpected; Clara’s agent just called , saying Clara had sothing co up last minute and couldn’t attend tonight, specifically asked to greet you on her behalf."
Mr. Johnson feigned a mildly displeased look, "Isn’t this sowhat disrespectful? I made ti specifically to attend this eting."
The casting director quickly further explained, "Of course not! Mr. Johnson, no misunderstanding, it’s mainly because Clara, having not been in the industry long, is still a newcor. Her agent ntioned she’s currently trying to attend as many appearances as possible to grab every chance to hone herself, so her schedule ended up especially tight tonight."
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