Chapter 468
Fueled by alcohol, Samuel blurted out, “We know all about it. You earn a hefty sum every month from Mr. Gardner Senior, and word on the street is you’re quite capable. Besides, being Joe’s woman, lending us a few million bucks shouldn’t be a big deal.”
Samuel used to be a big spender. Now, even a hundred dollars felt like a luxury. The frustration was gnawing at him.
This wasn’t the life he envisioned. He couldn’t even land an audition for a supporting
role. People he used to consider beneath him were now openly mocking him.
Even directors who once fawned over him were criticizing his acting, saying he relied
solely on his popularity and never bothered to hone his craft. Even extras were
outperforming him now.
Samuel had always been revered. Now, he was being ruthlessly ridiculed, and it was
a bitter pill to swallow.
He craved money; he needed a lot of them. He loathed taking the bus to commute.
Skylar looked at the two men, her disgust unconcealed. “You haven’t changed a bit.
Still shameless.”
Samuel’s face burned even redder. He raised his voice. “We’re in this mess because
of you! You could have helped us, gotten Joe to help us, but you just watched it all happen. This is all your fault, you know that?”
He tried to intimidate her with his yelling, but Skylar saw through it. Samuel wasn’t
drunk. He was putting on an act.
Peter let Samuel indulge in his drunken theatrics. The truth was that Peter couldn’t handle the drastic change in their circumstances any better than Samuel. They used to be showered with praise wherever they went, but now, mockery followed them like
a shadow.
Peter thought delivering takeout was beneath him, a demeaning job. Both men had pinned all their hopes on Skylar.
Peter and Samuel figured showing Skylar their dire situation would tug at her
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heartstrings and prompt her to help. After all, she used to be incredibly kind to them, always considerate of their feelings. Lately, they reminisced about her past kindness, their regret festering with each memory.
“Go ahead and sue me. I’m ready whenever,” Skylar said flatly, pushing Samuel away.
The food court was buzzing with activity, and everyone’s attention was on them. Some patrons were on the verge of intervening, ready to help the beautiful woman being harassed by a drunk and a delivery person. Others recognized Samuel and
Peter.
“Hey, aren’t those the rich young heirs who went bankrupt overnight? I heard rumors about the sister publicly stripping, and something about the eldest brother getting a little too close with her for comfort in front of everyone.”
“Oh my god, it is them! I remember this just happened a few days ago. I can’t believe I’m seeing them here in person. Have they really fallen so far? And now they’re bothering some girl?”
“If they still had their trust funds, maybe they’d get some attention from pretty ladies. But now, they’re nothing but has–beens!”
“Yeah, look at them–one’s a drunk, and the other delivers takeout for a living.”
A barrage of mocking comments rained down on Samuel and Peter, one after another. Their faces fell. Chasing Skylar for money was the least of their concerns now. They scurried out of the mall, utterly defeated. Outside, Samuel and Peter stood across the street, glaring at the Gardner Group building.
“How do we get Skylar to give us the money willingly?” Samuel gritted his teeth.
Peter took a deep breath. “She’s stubborn. She won’t give in willingly.”
“We must find a way to make her willingly give us money. I’ll think about what to do,” Samuel said, his eyes hardening with a newfound resolve.
They’d try a tougher tactic if being nice wouldn’t work.