Chapter 1131


    Melinda lifted her chin slightly andughed, "Yeah, | got where | am today thanks to money, and I''ve


    never denied that! But, so what? In the entertainment industry, how many really made it through


    with pure talent? Who hasn''t used all sorts of methods to grab roles? | don''t need to rely on anyone


    or make any dodgy deals! Being born lucky is a skill too!"


    She said it without any pretense. Even though Melinda''s words might have stepped on a few toes,


    using various methods to get the roles they wanted had almost be the norm in today''s


    entertainment industry and it was an open secret.


    Everyone knew this, so who wouldn''t be envious of Melinda.


    She could get anything she wanted without lifting a finger.


    All because she had a rich dad!


    "Being born lucky is a skill?" Crysti sneered, nodding her head and looking up at Melinda.


    "You''re right.” She said calmly, stroking the thin nket over her legs. It looked like she didn''t care,


    but there was a hint of self-mockery in her tone.


    "You saw things more clearly than | did. | was too naive.’


    "Hmph" Melinda scoffed; her arrogance and confidence almost seemed innate.


    "So, do you have any skills now?" Crysti asked indifferently.


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    Melinda''s face suddenly changed. Her father had gone bankrupt. Her pride and joy, her only


    bargaining chip, was gone.


    Looking at her, Crysti couldn''t help butugh, "What right does a person with no skills have to be


    arrogant in front of me?"


    "You...


    “Oh, wait,’ Crysti cut off Melinda and turned her gaze to Philip, "Lost the protection of your father but


    gained the support of a fiancé. Not bad. But are you sure Philip likes this ‘skill’ of yours?"


    As her words fell, there were a few snickers from the crowd.


    In this circle, who didn''t know that Philip chose Melinda solely because of her father''s wealth?


    He''d wanted a woman who could help his career, but now it seemed this woman had be a


    burden!


    The mockingughter around her was like the devil''s sneer, stinging Melinda''s nerves; the


    humiliation, and anger in her heart multiplied. She red at Crysti, her eyes red, her face flushed


    with anger, her chest heaved violently, her body swayed, and her hand went to her belly.


    Philip quickly held her tight, grabbing Melinda''s hand on her stomach, and turned to look at Crysti in


    the wheelchair with a face full of displeasure.


    "Crysti, you''ve gone too far! If you have a problem with me,e at me directly, you know Melinda


    is pregnant, and you still provoked her...


    Crysti''s face looked like she had heard something strange, her face wrinkled up, staring at Philip


    who was ming her, which was both infuriating andughable.


    But she still couldn''t help butugh, "I provoked her?"


    She scratched her smooth forehead with a finger, looking a bit bewildered.


    After a while, she finally lifted her head, nced at Philip, pointed at Melinda, andughed, "It


    seems...from the start, you guys were the ones who got in my way, kept harassing me, and she was


    the one who kept bbering. | said a couple of words and now I''m the one who deliberately


    angered a pregnant woman?"


    Philip closed his lips tightly, and looked down at her, his eyes filled with unfamiliarity and sadness.


    "She''s pregnant, emotionally unstable. Can''t you just let her be...”


    Crysti''s face suddenly turned cold, "No matter who she is, she has no right to yell at me! If you want


    to stay here then let me pass, if you don''t want to stay here then get lost!”


    A stern shout revealed an undeniable aura from the usually gentle woman. Everyone in the room


    was shocked by this angry roar!


    Everyone was used to her obedient demeanor when she was around Philip. Who would have


    thought such a calm woman would suddenly say such things! The most shocked person, of course,


    was Philip, as he was the one who was touched by her words the most. "You...


    Melinda also snapped out of her daze, angry at being treated this way by Crysti, her heart filled with


    intense anger again. She struggled out of Philip''s embrace, and pointed at Crysti''s nose, her voice


    raising a few notches.


    "| have no right to yell at you? Who do you think you are?"


    “Willie, p her.’ A very indifferent voice rang out from the side, the calm and steady voice carried


    an extreme coldness.


    Before anyone could react to what was happening, Melinda''s face was pped hard.


    "Ah---" This p was so sudden, she didn''t even have time to react.


    Just a sharp pain on her face, she swayed for a moment; thankfully Philip instinctively steadied her


    in his panic, preventing her from falling to the ground.


    Crysti sat in her wheelchair, not turning around and unable to turn around, but she could clearly feel


    a strong and cold aura approaching from behind, the man’s aura was so powerful that she could


    feel his cold breath even a few steps away. She pursed her lips, unconsciously gripping the nket


    on her legs, biting her lip, her beautiful eyes gradually bing wet, tears welling up in her eyes.


    After pping her, Willie turned to look at Crysti, opened his mouth as if to say something, but


    seemed to think better of it, closed his mouth, just nodded at her, then stood aside.


    Chloe wasing from the direction of the resting room, she glimpsed at the situation from the


    crowd, raised an eyebrow slightly, and a smug smile gradually appeared on her lips.


    “Who are you? Why would you hit someone for no reason...”


    Philip checked Melinda''s condition, confirmed she was okay, then turned to argue with the person


    responsible. But before he could say a few words, he saw the man standing behind Crysti.


    His thin lips were tightly sealed into a sharp line, his eyes like cold swords forged in the dead of


    night. His strong aura shocked Philip. He searched his memory for this face. This was someone he


    should be very familiar with.


    Before he could process anything, hushed whispers had already started amongst the nearby folks.


    "Doesn''t this guy look familiar?"


    “Wait... isn''t that ud Watson from The Watson Group?"


    "Yeah, doesn''t he own this hotel?"


    There was no need for him to ponder anymore, the answers were already presented by the people


    around him.


    Philip was taken aback, finally catching on!


    Right, it was ud.


    But why...


    He nced again at the man across him. However, ud''s gaze didn''t linger on him, but slowly


    dropped down. He reached out to rest his hand on the wheelchair next to him, turned half a circle,


    and looked down at Crysti who had been hanging her head all along.


    His voice was icy and deep— “Have you had your fun?"