“Jenny, what’s the deal? You’re knocked up?”
Director Harriet snapped to attention, frowning and fixing Jenny with a stern look.
If Jenny was preggers and sneaking into the crew, wouldn’t that just throw a wrench in the works?
Scoring the supporting actress gig hadn’t been a walk in the park for Jenny, and if she lost it over this,
what then?
She immediately shook her head in a panic at Director Harriet.
Ynda gave Jenny a nudge and chimed in to save the day, “Director Harriet, I’m in the loop here,
Jenny had a miscarriage!”
Jenny quickly echoed, “Yeah, yeah, I had a miscarriage for my career!”
But Remington just let out a snort of derision, “Miscarriage? When? At which hospital?”
His gaze was piercing, and Jenny nearly burst into tears under the scrutiny, stubbornly retorting.
“I don’t know you, it’s my personal business, why the hell should I tell you?”
Right then, the producer recognized Remington and quickly pulled Jenny aside.
“Jenny! How can you talk to Mr. Dashiell like that? You answer whatever Mr. Dashiell asks you, and
make it snappy!”
If the crew ticked off Remington, they might as well forget about starting the shoot – they’d be done for
right there.
The producer hurriedly grabbed a ss of booze and started groveling and apologizing to Remington.
Director Harriet also quickly caught on and stood up in a fluster.
In a sh, everyone in the VIP room was on their feet, tripping over themselves to offerpliments
and apologies.
Remington, stone–faced, ignored them all, his gaze still locked on Jenny.
And everyone else’s eyes followed suit, piling the pressure on Jenny.
She had covered for Lizetta at the prenatal checkup before and had seen Remington, finding him
familiar.
But she hadn’t expected to have crossed paths with such a big shot.
Tears welled up in her eyes, her face pale as a ghost, as she looked desperately at Ynda for help.
At this point, Ynda couldn’t leave Jenny out to dry.
She stepped forward, shielding Jenny, and addressed Remington.
“Mr. Dashiell, let’s talk outside. Whatever you want to know, ask me, it’s got nothing to do with Jenny!”
Remington knew Ynda’s temper, pressuring Jenny was just to get under Ynda’s skin.
His cold gaze finally shifted to Ynda.
“Ms. Ynda, I hope you won’t let me down, or anyone in Zion City who dares to y me for a fool will
pay
0017
the price!”
At these words, Jenny’s tears spilled over, terrified, she tugged at Ynda’s sleeve.
Ynda’s face turned pale, but she gave Jenny a reassuring look, nodded, and followed Remington
out.
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Their departure left the room silent as the grave.
Cassiusgged behind, waving his hand at the visibly shaken Director Harriet and the rest, saying,
“No worries, it’s just a private matter with Mr. Dashiell, carry on.”
After he spoke, he too exited.
Ynda followed Remington to another VIP room. He looked unfazed, but the aura around him said
otherwise.
He couldn’t wait any longer and got straight to the point.
“The one who went for the prenatal checkup was Liz, wasn’t it? She’s pregnant?”
It was a question, but his tone was certain.
Ynda paled slightly, “You’ve already guessed it, so why ask me? But Jenny’s got nothing to do with
hiding it from you. She didn’t even know Liz is your wife. She was just helping us out. Don’t give her a
hard time, Mr. Dashiell. If you’re angry, take it cut on me!”
Even though Remington had guessed it and was pretty sure in his heart, hearing Ynda confirm it still
sent shockwaves through his emotions, churning up a storm inside.
Lizetta was pregnant!
She was carrying their baby!
He was going to be a dad!
These thoughts shed through his mind, and as the tion surged, he quickly remembered that his
wife had taken off.
She took off with their child!
She was pregnant and wouldn’t tell him, went to great lengths to hide it, even nning to flee with the
pregnancy!
Anger and a deep sense of hurt brewed a bitter concoction in his heart, shrouding Remington in an
aura of brooding and icy menace.