Seeing Chester Yale leaving Evelyn Sherman behind, the smugness at the corner of his mouth couldn’t be concealed.
“My business is none of your concern.
You just had Botox on your face, you’d better be careful with it.
I’m afraid if you get splashed with more ice beer, the audience will see through you,”
Evelyn Sherman frowned at the persistent Anna Rivers.
“You have no shame!” Anna Rivers exploded as if stepping on her sore spot.
Turning to look at the director.
“Mr.
Wilson, you may not know this, but this woman has offended Mr.
Chester.
Not only is her script at stake, but anyone who gets close to her will be in trouble too.
Her parents are currently languishing in the hospital because of her.
I advise you to keep your distance from her, so as not to bring trouble upon yourself…”
“Anna Rivers, have you said enough?”
Evelyn Sherman grabbed her hand, her face darkening.
She had been tired of Anna Rivers’ taunts for four years now, but others were different.
Seeing Mr.
Wilson’s expression become hesitant because of Anna Rivers’ words, Evelyn Sherman desperately wanted to cover her mouth.
If she could not successfully negotiate the script in her hand, the money she had would not last long for her parents’ medical expenses.
“What, cursed with disaster that you torment your family half to death, and shouldn’t let anyone talk about it?” Anna Rivers snapped her fingers, her face full of triumph.
“Evelyn Sherman!
Just because you can write a few scripts doesn’t mean you’re invaluable.
In Chester’s eyes, you’re nothing more than a discarded old shoe.
He wouldn’t bother to look at you.
You think you’re worthy of cooperating with the Yale Group?”
“…”
Evelyn Sherman’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, gripping the script in her hand, silently tightening her grip.
Anna Rivers’ words reminded her time and time again of the scene of Chester Yale turning his back on her just now.
It was suffocating.
Now Mr.
Wilson, standing beside her, would certainly not offend Chester Yale for her sake.
“Miss Sherman, it looks like our cooperation will have to be shelved for a while, maybe next time there’s a chance…”
“Mr.
Wilson, you’ve seen my script, and I hope you can give me a chance to try and persuade the investor,” Evelyn Sherman interrupted Mr.
Wilson’s refusal, speaking up first.
Mr.
Wilson hesitated, “How do you plan to convince the investor?”
Mr.
Chester had just refused even to grant her an audience.
No one would offend such an investor, who could shake the financial world with a single stomp, for a little scriptwriter like her.
“…”
She didn’t know how to persuade Chester Yale, she just knew that if she couldn’t get the script rights transfer smoothly today, the whole showbiz would know she had offended Chester Yale tomorrow.
By then, no matter how good her script might be, nobody would dare buy it.
“Miss Sherman, your script is indeed good, but I’m afraid I can’t sign it.
Sorry, you’ll have to find someone else,” Mr.
Wilson’s serious face showed a hint of impatience.
“Mr.
Wilson…”
“Yelling ‘Mr.
Wilson’ so intimately, what, you think with your appearance you can play with the hidden rules and have the director speak for you?” Anna Rivers seized the opportunity to mock her again.
She adjusted the bathrobe she was wearing and looked at the director.
“Mr.
Wilson, congratulations on making the right decision.
Women like her are capable of doing anything to get ahead.
If word gets to Mr.
Chester and he thinks you’re too close to her, it won’t be good.”
“Anna Rivers!” Evelyn Sherman’s composure was almost gone.
“Did I say something wrong?
Isn’t it true that Chester despises you to the bone?
Call him back now, say the Yale Group wants to sign your script and cooperate with you, and I’ll bow and apologize to you immediately.”