Chapter 6
Hugo noticed Daphne’s expression, and his expression turned cold. Pointing at Daphne with his sausage–like fingers, he snapped, “Daphne Yeager Who do you think you are? If it weren’t for your face and Mr. Farrell, do you think you’d be where you are today? Ava tolerates you, but I don’t buy that crap. I suggest you apologize to Ms. Smith immediately!”
In the blink of an eye, Hugo had already ingratiated himself with Wilson
Lowering his head obsequiously, he leaned toward Wilson, his entire demeanor screaming his desire to align with him. Every pore of his body reeked of opportunism. His attitude was utterly repulsive.
What was laughable, however, was that Wilson didn’t even spare Hugo a glance despite his shameless attempts at flattery.
To Wilson, someone like Hugo was nothing more than a tool for smoothing out troubles–not worth even a moment of his attention. He remained silent, and his expression was one of unwavering confidence.
Wilson was certain that Daphne would obediently apologize
Daphne’s sharp nails dug into her palms. Thin streaks of blood were seeping out, but she seemed oblivious to the pain. Her eyes were locked on Wilson with a burning intensity.
How had she not seen how ruthless he could be before?
The tenderness and warmth he once showed her had now been entirely redirected toward anothet woman. No matter how many times Daphne had tried to prepare herself mentally, every time she witnessed Wilson’s methods, it inevitably struck a nerve.
Her gaze was so direct that it caused Wilson’s brows to furrow in impatience Yvonne, who was standing nearby, picked up on the tension
She gently looped her arm through Wilson’s, letting her long hair cascade down to partially
conceal her face.
Her eyes radiated a delicate mixture of vulnerability and struggle, and her tone was perfectly measured It made her appear understanding yet pitiful.
“Mr. Farrell, I know Daphne has never liked me. It’s hine Perhaps this really is all my fault. I’ll
take the scar on my face as a reminder.”
Yvonne had truly mastered the art of retreating to advance.
Daphne let out a cold laugh, and she unreservedly exposed her, saying, “Why do you always have
to be everywhere? Can’t help but pop up every now and then just to remind everyone you’re
nothing but a conniving little bitch, huh?”
A flicker of hatred crossed Yvonne’s eyes as she bit her lip and retreated further behind Wilson.
Wilson shielded her and felt his temple throb with irritation. “Daphne, watch your tone! If you
keep up this stubborn attitude, don’t blame me for being harsh
Daphne’s smirk grew even more sardonic upon hearing this.
She walked step by step toward Wilson, staring at him without fear. “Wilson Farrell, do you even
realize how ridiculous you are? When have you ever shown me any courtesy?”
Though she was smiling, her eyes were bloodshot. It was almost as if they were about to bleed.
Straightening her posture with effort, she spoke each word with deliberate precision, “Wilson,
there’s no way I’m apologizing to Yvonne, and don’t even think about touching a single hair on
Ava. Otherwise, don’t blame me for burning bridges with you. Don’t forget–we’re still in the
divorce cooling–off period
“And you, Hugo Sanders, who do you think you are? You’re just a spineless sycophant with at bloated belly! Don’t bother firing Ava–we’re firing you. I quit! Let’s see how much money your pathetic company will make in a year without me as the face of it. Expect the termination notice
soon!”
Her words were resolute, and for the first time, Wilson saw such intense hatred in her eyes. Before he could even respond, Daphne had already grabbed Ava and Wendy and walked out.
Wilson watched her retreating figure with a fixed gaze, but he didn’t chase after her.
For the first time, he felt that the Daphne before him was different. She no longer resembled the clingy, dependent woman she once was.
Instead, she seemed more like a resilient sunflower that stood tall despite all hardships- unyielding and impossible to break.
Daphne had left with composure and determination, but only Ava noticed the single tear she quietly wiped away. It was just one tear–so quick it almost seemed like an illusion.
By the time they were outside the company, Daphne had already regained her composure
She turned to Ava, taking her hand and apologizing “Ava, I’m sorry. I just can’t bring myself to bow down to Wilson Apologizing to Yvonne would feel worse than dying. But don’t worry–I won’t let you lose your job. I’ll figure something out.”
Aya was stunned as she gripped Daphne’s hand in return. She wanted to say something, and her lips trembled slightly, but no words came out.
Ava couldn’t bring herself to tell Daphne not to worry about her. She had worked her way up to where she was now through sheer determination, and she came from nothing but a modest background.
There was no way she could fight Wilson on her own, and the thought of all Her years of effort
going to waste was unbearable.
“Daph, thank you,” Ava said softly before letting out a long sigh. In the end, she still had no choice.
but to shift the burden back onto Daphne.
Daphne nodded “Ava, I need to go. I have something important to take care of.”
“Alright, take care.”
“I will,” Daphne responded calmly, got into her car, and drove off in one fluid motion.
Ava was about to remind her to watch out for the paparazzi, but a puff of car exhaust hit her face
first.
Daphne wasn’t in a good mood as she sat in the driver’s seat. She gripped the steering wheel with
one hand while making a call to Sebastian with the other
After what happened with Hugo, it was clear that she and Ava could no longer work under him. If they wanted to survive in the entertainment industry, they had no choice but to strike out on their
Own
To protect themselves from Wilson’s retaliation over the Yvonne incident, Daphne knew she
needed a powerful shield–and fast.
Sebastian, who was perpetually busy, didn’t pick up until her third call. When he finally
answered, his laid–back voice came through. “What can I do for you, Ms. Yeager?”
Ever since learning about Daphne’s divorce from Wilson, Sebastian had insisted on addressing her
as “Ms. Yeager“.
The f
flippant tone in his voice made her want to curse at him, but she bit her tongue. After all, she
needed his help.
Suppressing her irritation, she got straight to the point. “Mr. Turner, have you given any more thought to the partnership I mentioned?”
Sebastian paused for a few seconds, then deliberately deflected. “Are you in such a hurry, Ms.
Yeager?”
Daphne rolled her eyes. Of course, she was in a hurry. Wilson was practically driving her into a
corner over that little scheming bitch!
“Mr. Turner, I know there are two reasons you don’t trust me. One, you doubt my loyalty. Two, you
doubt my capability,”
She took a deep breath and formulated a new approach. “Let me be honest with you–I had
another fight with Wilson today, and my boss fired me to get on his good side. This means I’ll have
to terminate my contract with my current agency. I plan to start my own and register it under
your name.
“All you need to do is publicly present it as your company. I’ll give you equity and a share of the
profits. With my current commercial value, you won’t be losing any money.”
It was essentially a gift–an effortless way for Sebastian to gain a stake in a company without
finger. It was a lucrative deal for him by any measure.
Pulling her car over to the side, Daphne continued her pitch, “Mr. Turner, you’re a businessman.
Opportunities like this with such a low investment and high returns don’t come around often.”
Sebastian chuckled softly. “Ms. Yeager, you certainly know how to sell an idea.”
Ignoring his teasing, Daphne pressed on. Right now, there was only one thing she cared about.”
Mr. Turner, I just need a yes or no.”
Sebastian let out a low hum, and his slightly raised tone hinted that he was in a rather pleasant
mood. “Sounds interesting. I don’t see a reason to say no.”
