“Are you okay?” Jeremy glanced at her, his tone gentle.
Amelia shook her head and chuckled. “I’m fine. I just didn’t expect to run into him here.”
A cold glint flashed in Jeremy’s eyes. “Has he been bothering you constantly?”
Amelia sneered. “He’s just daydreaming, still going after my shares.”
Jeremy narrowed his eyes slightly. “Do you want me to deal with him for you?”
Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Are you always this helpful, Mr. Curran?”
“That depends on the person.” Jeremy’s voice was low and magnetic.
Hearing this, Amelia’s heart skipped a beat.
She turned her face away, hiding the faint blush on her ears. “I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Curran, but this small issue isn’t worth your trouble.”
Amelia could smell the faint cologne on him.
She instinctively stepped back but Jeremy steadied her by the waist. “Careful.”
There were steps right behind her.
The pose was too intimate. Amelia quickly pushed him away. “Thanks, I can walk on my own.”
Jeremy was a little flustered. “Yeah, let’s go. I’ll take you home.” Soon after, they left together.
…
The next evening, Amelia got ready and went to meet Wilson.
Marcelo had already given her the address.
He mentioned tonight’s dinner would include investors, the director, and several leading actors.
Thanks to the reality show, Amelia’s popularity had skyrocketed. Wilson had his eye on her immediately.
She wasn’t just beautiful-she was also generating serious buzz and trending everywhere.
When Amelia arrived at the hotel, she frowned.
The place was somewhat isolated. Inside, the dimly light corridor had a sleazy, suggestive vibe.
Amelia’s guard immediately went up, but she still made her way to the private room.
She had already guessed Marcelo’s intentions.
Even animals knew how to protect their young.
They were blood-related siblings, yet they were so heartless.
Well, she didn’t need to play nice either.
Amelia pushed open the door. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes hit her, making her frown.
Only Wilson was in the room. The other actors were nowhere to be found.
“Ms. Amelia’s here!” Wilson greeted with a broad smile. His eyes roamed up and down her body.
“Hello, Mr. Orren,” Amelia replied politely.
Wilson was about 60 years old. He was balding, overweight, and had beady eyes that made her skin crawl.
He gave off a total creep vibe.
Wilson had a bad reputation in the industry, but he did have some talent, and his past shows had been popular. So he became even more arrogant.
Wilson reached out to grab Amelia. “Come, come, sit down.”
Amelia subtly dodged him, glancing around. “Didn’t you say there would be other cast members?”
Wilson chuckled, showing off his yellowed teeth. “They had last-minute issues. Let’s chat first today.”
He poured a drink and slid it toward her. “I saw your reality show too. Very impressive. I think you have great potential. I heard this is your first film, Ms. Amelia? I have the perfect supporting role for you.”
The liquid gleamed an eerie amber color under the lights.
Amelia noticed Wilson’s pinky finger brush against the rim.
Hmph! Obviously a setup.
This old pervert was finally showing his true colors.
Since he wanted to play games, she’d give him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
“Sorry, Wilson, but I don’t drink. How about we discuss the role instead?” Amelia said.
“Ms. Amelia, are you trying to embarrass me? Have a few drinks with me, and the supporting role is yours.”
Wilson narrowed his eyes threateningly. His fat palm reached for Amelia’s hand again.
Disgusting old creep!
A cold glint flashed in Amelia’s eyes.
“Wilson, are you sure you want to do this?” Her lips curved into a frosty smile.
Mistaking her lack of resistance for compliance, Wilson smugly leaned closer.
He smugly leaned closer. “Ms. Amelia is a smart woman. In this industry, if you want resources, you have to give something … “
Before he could finish, Amelia suddenly grabbed the wine glass. She splashed it directly into his face!
“Ah! You-” Wilson choked on the liquid, unable to open his eyes. He wiped his face in embarrassment.
Amelia stood up, looking down at him coldly. “Mr. Orren, do you think all actresses will let you manipulate them?”
Wilson became furious and slammed his hand on the table. “Amelia! Don’t bite the hand that feeds you! I swear, I can ruin your career in this industry!”
“Is that so? Let’s see what will happen,” Amelia said calmly, secretly hoping for it.
If things really turned out that way, Marcelo’s contract with Wilson would be invalid.
“Y-you bitch!” Wilson roared. “You don’t know what’s good for you. I’ll make you regret this!” Wilson roared, his heavy body lunging toward her like a charging boar.
Amelia slid to the side, swift and sharp, then kicked him hard right in the crotch.
“Arghhhh!” Wilson’s scream was so sharp it could break glass. His oversized body trembled violently.
Both hands clutched his groin, his face flushing purple with pain.
Standing tall, Amelia looked down at him. “Mr. Orren, you’re too old to be playing these dirty games. Maybe you should start taking care of your health.”
Then she calmly pulled out her phone and snapped a few photos of him rolling on the floor. “Hmm, I wonder what the headline would say,” she said with a faint smile. “How about ‘Famous Director Tries to Exploit Young Actress, Gets Kicked Where It Hurts Most?’ Think it’ll make the news?”
Wilson was drenched in sweat, groaning in pain. Amid his pain, he managed to growl, “Amelia, you’ll pay for this! I’ll ruin your name! I’ll make Marcelo blacklist you!”
Clearly, Wilson had no idea what was really going on.
Amelia leaned closer and deliberately mocked him. “Oh no, you’ll tell Marcelo? I’m so scared.”
Wilson’s teeth clenched so tight his jaw trembled. Damn it, he just wanted a little treat, but it had backfired.
Amelia wasn’t a demoness walking on earth! She was far worse.
She looked weak, but her moves were brutal.
And Marcelo must have known what kind of woman Amelia was. Why else did he send Amelia to him?
Did he do this on purpose?
Wilson’s anger burned hotter. The pain in his groin grew sharper, sweat soaking his forehead.
“W-what do you want?” he asked through gritted teeth.
Amelia crouched slightly, her voice icy. “What I want,” Amelia said coldly, “is justice. Three years ago, you drove the rookie actress to jump off a building. Last year, you drugged and delivered the college student to investors. And just last month, that young model tried to take her own life in your mansion. Should I list the rest? You’re filth.”
Her voice cut like a blade. She wasn’t just fighting back. She was taking out this trash for the industry.
Wilson froze, his fat trembling. “H-how do you know all this?”
Amelia crouched, her gaze sharp as steel. “I know more. I ain’t some helpless lamb. I’m the hunter-the one you never saw coming. Every dirty thing you’ve done? I know it all.
Believe me, I can make sure you rot in prison!”
Wilson’s face drained of color. Huge beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Amelia dialed the police. She had been recording everything since she walked in-proof of every word, every action.
Wilson was screwed. His good days were over.
Minutes later, the cops came and hauled him away.
The media moved fast. Within no time, the news broke that Wilson had been taken away by the police.
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