Chapter 6 Don''t Scare Her
Chapter 6 Don''t Scare Her
Many big shots had gathered in another private room at Night Siren.
Niles pushed open the door and leaned over to Keith, saying, "Miss Jefferson has arrived."
Keith''s fingers froze slightly on the table. "She''s here for business?"
Niles nodded. "Her agent helped her get an audition for a role. Miss Jefferson might be too
embarrassed to refuse. I heard that...."
"Miss Jefferson? Which Miss Jefferson?" Jackson brought over a ss of wine upon hearing their
conversation and became interested.
In their circle of friends, only Keith was always alone, and it was rare to hear him refer to a woman.
Niles smiled at him. "Hello, Mr. Luther. You look very handsome today."
"Thank you! I think so too." After speaking, Jackson looked back at the man next to him and asked
leisurely, "Which Miss Jefferson? Is she a socialite or an actress?"
Keith raised his hand slightly, indicating for Niles to continue.
"ording to the waiter, Miss Jefferson was forced to toast as soon as she arrived. Most of the
people there were investors and actresses."
The purpose of the gathering of actresses and investors was evident.
Keith''s face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were full of displeasure.
Jackson raised an eyebrow at this scene and thought, "The legendary Keith Fuller actually cares
about that woman so much?"
Jackson was even more curious now and wondered whichdy could have such a great influence
on Keith.
Jackson chimed in, "Ivan''s private room? He''s here to attend a gathering today."
"Yes. Do you know him, Mr. Luther?"
Jackson put down his ss and looked very righteous. "Mr. Fuller, you don''t need to deal with these
nouveau riche and small potatoes. I''ll go and bring Miss Jefferson here to you, and I guarantee not
a single hair on her head will be harmed."
Keith said slowly, "Don''t scare her."
Jackson was dumbfounded and responded, "It turns out that you''re so concerned about her. Don''t
worry! I''ll just pass on the message. If anyone dares to force Miss Jefferson to drink, I''ll throw them
into the Antic Ocean to feed the sharks."
Keith picked up the ss in front of him with his bony hands, his voice low and husky. "The same to
you."
Jackson muttered, "F*ck!"
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Mr. Chanderson, the biggest investor in The Old Pce, was notorious in the industry for his
lecherous behavior. Being noticed by him could be a good thing, but it might not necessarily be so.
"It''s just a drink, Miss Jefferson. Don''t you want to drink with me?" Mr. Chanderson asked. "Don''t
me me for not reminding you. Director Gates'' new film has attracted many top actresses to
audition. It''s a great opportunity in front of you, Miss Jefferson. Are you going to let it slip away?"
As soon as Mr. Chanderson finished his sentences, everyone looked at Angelina.
Someone of them were jealous and teasing. Most of them were just watching the show.
It was a tant threat.
Angelina had to drink the wine, even if she didn''t want to.
She gazed down and gave a charming smile. "There are still a few top actresses here. How can I
just steal the role from them?"
Mr. Chanderson smiled meaningfully when he heard this. "The roles haven''t been decided yet. How
could it be called "steal?" Miss Jefferson, as long as you want it, you can even y the female
lead."
Director Gates had a strange temper and it was impossible to contact him. The actresses could only
increase the sess of their auction by pleasing the investors.
Queenie was originally the front-runner, but she never expected Angelina to show up.
"Angelina, Mr. Chanderson is so good to you, but you even refuse to have a drink with him?"
Queenie said words dripped with sarcasm.
Just then, the door to the private room opened.
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"I''d like to see who wants to be sharks'' food in the Antic," Jackson said as he walked in.
Seeing Jackson, Mr. Chanderson, who had been sitting leisurely, immediately stood up. "Mr. Luther,
what brings you here?"
As soon as Jackson entered, he caught the attention of Angelina.
The crowd thought to themselves, "Oh, my God! No wonder Keith values him so much. Keith really
has good taste. Jackson is really breathtakingly handsome."
"Mr. Luther, would you like to sit down and have a drink with us?"
Jackson rejected it and said, "No, thanks! I just heard Miss Jefferson graced us with her presence at
Night Siren today, so I came to say hello."
The crowd was left bewildered and thought, "Miss Jefferson? Graced us with her presence?"
Ivan was the first to react, and he asked tentatively, "Do you know Miss Jefferson, Mr. Luther?"
Jackson ignored Ivan''s question. Instead, he looked at the ss in front of Angelina and asked,
"Who brought Miss Jefferson the drink?"
Everyone fell silent and dared not speak.
Jackson chuckled softly. "It''s fine that Miss Jefferson can''t recognize me now. She will in the future."
His tone became harsher as he continued, "If Miss Jefferson doesn''t want to drink, then don''t force
her by ying any tricks. Otherwise, I swear I''ll tie you up and throw you into the Antic. Got it?"
Angelina had thought that she needed to deal with the investors for a long time tonight. Since
someone was here to back her up, she, of course, epted it.
With a smile on her delicate face, she said, "Thank you, Mr. Luther, for your help!"
Her tone was sweet and her face was charming. Her curly eyshes even fluttered slightly.
Words of "No need to thank me. I was just asked to do this," rose to Jackson''s lips, but for some
reason, they came out as, "Don''t mention it!"
After hearing Jackson''s words, the actresses present dared not say anything more, even if they
didn''t like Angelina.
The Luther family was one of the four major wealthy families in the Capital City, and even Night
Siren was their property. The actresses couldn''t afford to offend Jackson.
Mr. Chanderson even gave up on the idea of making Angelina drink and personally walked Jackson
out.
After Jackson left, Mr. Chanderson lowered his voice and asked, "Did you get everything ready as I
asked you?"
The person next to him was a little stunned. "But Miss Jefferson is Mr. Luther''s...."
Mr. Chanderson gave a meaningful smile. "Since Mr. Luther came to help Angelina out of trouble,
it''s obvious he hasn''t seeded in getting her yet. If we do him a big favor, it''ll be easy for us to talk
about cooperation in the future."
Angelina didn''t like this kind of messy socializing. When she was about to leave, Mr. Chanderson
and his men returned.
"We''re really sorry, Miss Jefferson. We didn''t know you and Mr. Luther were acquainted. How about
we have beverages instead of alcohol? Miss Jefferson, I hope you won''t take offense."
The waiter happened to bring in the beverage, and Mr. Chanderson poured two sses naturally.
When Angelina was about to politely decline and leave, Mr. Chanderson smiled and said, "Miss
Jefferson, if you drink this and forgive me for today''s incident, I will definitely help you handle things
about Director Gates''s y."
After much hesitation, Angelina drank the beverage.
Mr. Chanderson, on the other hand, discreetly ced his drinks on the tray. "Shall I have someone
to drive you back, Miss Jefferson?"
"No, thanks, Mr. Chanderson!"
After speaking, Angelina left the private room.
Before she could go far away, she felt dizzy and began to stagger.
"Damn it! I thought they would let me go for Mr. Luther''s sake, but they still drugged me. I shouldn''t
have pushed my luck and drunk it," thought Angelina to herself.
Mr. Chanderson''s men were still following her from behind. Angelina clenched her phone and went
straight down the corridor to the restroom.
She didn''t know what drug it was, but it took effect quickly. She struggled to walk to a toilet cubicle
and locked the door.
Then she opened the chat box and messaged J.
"I''m not feeling well, and I''m in the restroom."
Gradually, she became half-conscious, and she could only barely type out the words, not realizing
that she had sent the message to the wrong person.
Might Keith''s and J''s pinned chats were next to each other.
This cry for help was identally sent to Might Keith.
And that was, Keith.
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