Chapter 240


    “You working?” Seth made small talk.


    “Yeah. Is Mr. Diaz here to drop off your girlfriend for work?” Chloe’s tone had a subtle hint of


    something that’s hard to detect, and the words “Mr. Diaz” abruptly create a distance between


    them.


    “Yes.”


    Chloe nodded, “Then I won’t bother you.”


    With that, she pushed open the door to the dressing room and walked in.


    Seth watched the closed door, the smile on his face gradually fading away, a haze rising in the


    depths of his eyes,pletely cold.


    “Seth, let’s go.”


    Chloe’s indifferent attitude was obvious. Danielle could naturally see it, and her guard was rxed.


    Seth nodded and took Danielle to her private dressing room.


    Chloe entered the dressing room, where Winston’s makeup was already done, and the director was


    scolding the makeup artist with a straight face. Chloe walked over to Winston, leaned against the


    makeup table, facing Winston, and carefully examined his face.


    “Not bad.”


    The director was scolding the makeup artist with a straight face, and impatience shed in Chloe’s


    eyes.


    “Director, just now, Mr. Diaz came with Danielle.”


    “Mr. Diaz came?”


    The director’s scolding voice paused, and he turned around, looking somewhat surprised.


    Chloe nodded, and the director hurriedly opened the door and rushed out.


    Seth had always been low–key, and thepany’s facade was not worth mentioning in the eyes of


    outsiders.


    But the deeper you go into the entertainment industry, the more you’ll find out who really holds the


    power in it.


    He was handsome, shrewd, moody, passionate, and… fickle.


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    A junior schoolmate?


    Seth probably hated nothing more than running into a junior schoolmate.


    Especially one like Chloe, who was in the same grade, same major, and same ss as that


    woman.


    Chloe didn’t have many real old ssmates. Since Keira transferred to T High and disrupted her


    past circle of friends, her college life had been a mess. Aside from Rose, not many people wanted


    to be friends with her, and in that situation, she couldn’t possibly take the initiative to approach


    others.


    But there was just one special person.


    Always appearing by her side, full of smiles, not caring about anything.


    That woman, who got along well with everyone but wasn’t really friends with anyone, did things as


    she pleases, carefree, arrogant, and self–centered.


    Cicely.


    Seth hated that woman named Cicely.


    He hated anyone even remotely connected to her.


    Chloe and Cicely were not close and not friends, so she didn’t understand what happened back


    then. Shortly after her father’s death, Cicely was sent to prison. Chloe stood offstage, watching


    Winston on stage recording the show seriously.


    “Ms. Summers.”


    Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded beside her. Chloe turned around and saw Nate unexpectedly.


    “Nate, you…”


    Chloe’s words were cut off, and she seemed to have guessed something.


    As expected, Nate handed her the card in his hand.


    What’s the use of refusing, anyway?