Chapter 68
“Wow, there’s always a bigger fish, huh? Today was definitely an eye–opener!”
They had Judy pegged as a spoiled princess with a silver spoon, but they were wrong Xanthea was the true queen, all elegance and grace under the radarl
Not only was she handpicked by Director Hawthome himself, but she even turned down Chairman Lockwood’s favor without batting an
eye!
Outside the Elevation Building, after Michael dealt with Judy, he regretfully chased after Orion trying to explain, but he was stopped by the bodyguards before he could get near the car.
As the car sped down Central Avenue, Jacob flipped open his tablet. “Mr. Lockwood, that singer Judy has been Michael’s mistress for over two years now. It’s been kept under wraps, both internally and externally.”
“Send the video to his wife
“Right away.”
Jacob compiled the video data and hit the enter key. “That Judy?”
“Disfigure her.”
The two words coldly uttered made Cedric, driving in front, shudder. What on earth had transpired in such a short meeting?
Orien was known for his ruthless decisiveness, but he’d always taken care of the veterans who contributed to the Lockwood Group. To go this far against Michael, he must have crossed a serious line.
In the music video about the Queen of Pop, as Oliver mentioned, there weren’t many shots of her, but each frame was strikingly beautiful.
Sean had thought his first collaboration with Xanthea might be challenging, given her lack of acting background and experience in film. To his surprise, she was a natural. She grasped the script profoundly and quickly understood everything he said. Her camera presence was unbelievably flawless.
Her perfect, radiant face showed no flaws at any angle, and her sparkling, luminous eyes seemed to capture the soul of anyone who looked into them on the big screen.
In less than an hour, the shooting wrapped up smoothly, and Sean happily shook her hand. “Ms. Nightshade, I was right to choose you. Working with you today was a pleasure, and I hope we can do it again
“Thank you for your guidance, Director Hawthome.”
After exchanging pleasantries with him, Xanthea headed back to the dressing room to grab her bag and leave, only to be stopped by Isabella.
“Xanthea! You did great in that shoot. Even the picky Directof Hawthome couldn’t stop praising you. Looks like you’ll be a highlight once
it airs”
Xanthea paused but didn’t turn around. “Scared, are you?”
“Scared of you? Please!”
Isabella approached her, arms crossed. “I’m the lead actress, and no matter how brilliant you are, you’re just a supporting role!”
“Oh.”
Xanthea glanced at her posture, tempted to remind her that crossing arms while speaking often showed a lack of confidence and insecurity.
And yet, every time they spoke, Isabella crossed her arms.
“Hey, lead actress, would you mind stepping aside? Stop orbiting around me.”
There wasn’t a hint of jealousy in her eyes, only a disdain that stung Isabella deeply,
Why was it always like this?
From middle school to university, from being a child star to a top celebrity in the entertainment industry, Xanthea had never seen Isabella as a threat, easily overshadowing her at every turn.
Xanthea just casually won a champlowship on The Masked Singer, helping out and effortlessly obtaining resources that others would kill for getting into a fight without any repercussions but instead receiving comfort.