Chapter 1375
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“As for the brand partners.” Jimmie reached into his pocket and pulled out a bank card, sliding it onto the desk. “This holds everything I’ve earned over my entire career. It’s more than enough to cover the breach of contract fees.”
“Mr. Zigmund.” Jimmie’s gaze locked onto his utterly dumbfounded manager, his tone slow and deliberate. “You’ve been my manager since the day I entered this industry. I have never once asked you for a favor.”
“But on this matter, I refuse to let Luella get dragged into the crossfire.”
“If anyone touches her, I will tear them apart.”
Mr. Zigmund stared at the bank card, then back at Jimmie, his face turning a sickly shade of gray.
It wasn’t until the door clicked shut behind the actor that he finally snapped out of his daze.
“Mr. Zigmund, are you alright?” the assistant asked cautiously, peeking his head back in. “Jimmie looked terrifying. I’ve never seen him like that before.”
“Neither have I!”
Mr. Zigmund snatched up the bank card, feeling like he couldn’t quite catch his breath. He shoved the window open, letting the freezing wind blast his face.
Once his head cleared a fraction, he sighed. “Make sure Luella’s identity stays completely buried. Otherwise, Jimmie really will come for our throats.”
That damn kid, dropping a nuke on him out of absolutely nowhere.
“Then what do we do about the media firestorm?” the assistant asked.
“Let it burn for now,” Mr. Zigmund groaned, rubbing his temples in exhaustion. “Let the internet scream about it for a couple of days while I try to brainstorm a miracle.”
He couldn’t actually let Jimmie bankrupt himself paying off those penalties, could he?
That was the kid’s hard-earned blood, sweat, and tears!
“Understood.” The assistant rubbed his nose, unable to stop himself from muttering, “I just never pegged Jimmie Tate as a guy who played for the other team.”
Mr. Zigmund tapped on the scandalous photo on his tablet, pinching the screen to zoom in inch by agonizing inch. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Is it just me, or does this Mr. Langley’s facial structure look surprisingly… feminine?”
He had survived in the brutal trenches of the entertainment industry for decades; he had an eagle eye for details.
If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have spotted Jimmie’s raw talent all those years ago and poured his soul into making him a star.
Could it be
Was there a massive, hidden twist to this whole disaster?
Cloudscape Community.
Juniper opened her news feed and nearly passed out.
She instantly texted Jimmie, only to receive a terse two-word reply: [Leave it.]
“Luella’s in the final stage of her endgame.” Juniper locked her phone, leaning back against Shanley’s chest. “Jimmie refuses to jeopardize her mission, so he’s choosing to take the full brunt of this alone.”
“Do you want me to have my people scrub the rumors from the internet?”
Shanley offered, his arms wrapped securely around her.
“The blast radius is already too massive. Deleting it now would just look like a cover up.” Juniper blinked. Juniper blinked thoughtfully. They have to address it eventually, or maybe Jimmie already has an exit strategy.”
Once Luella finished destroying her father’s empire in Stellara Country, they could
find the right moment to go public.
Or, Jimmie might just walk away from the spotlight entirely.
“Let’s just pray no one manages to dig up Luella’s true identity before she’s ready.” Juniper murmured, è picking her phone back up to fire off a message to Subterra Vanguard. “Throw” some gasoline on Lachlan Langley’s Scandal.
The leadership transition election in Stellara Country was just days away. She needed to give Luella’s master plan a little extra firepower.
Stellara Country.
Unable to produce a shred of evidence to counter the crushing allegations, Lachlan was formally apprehended by agents from the Bureau of Investigation.
Luella walked into the holding cell to pay him a visit.
“My deepest apologies, Father. I couldn’t find a way to get you out.”
“But rest assured, tomorrow’s transition election is proceeding as planned. A new Executive Chief will be crowned.”
“You…”
Lachlan stared at Luella, the gears in his head finally violently clicking into place. His pupils dilated in sheer horror. “You orchestrated this?!”
“I did no such thing.”
Luella’s lips curved into a chillingly serene smile. “I’ve never committed a single atrocity in my life. Instead of wasting your breath interrogating me, Father, perhaps you should focus on how you’re going to talk your way out of a life sentence.”
“If I fall, do you honestly think they’ll ever let you take the Executive Chief seat?!”
Lachlan lunged forward, looking like he wanted to wrap his hands around his
ungrateful brat’s throat and choke the life out of her.
“Who ever said I wanted to be the Executive Chief?”
Luella stood perfectly still, calm as a glassy lake, enunciating every single word with
lethal precision: “What I want is to watch you burn. It has always been about watching you burn!”
Lachlan froze, staring at Luella in absolute, unadulterated disbelief.
He finally understood.
He finally understood everything.
“You want to destroy me?!” Lachlan sneered, his eyes turning a feral, bloodshot red.
“Try me, Luella! Try me, and you’ll find yourself six feet under!”
“Oh, I think I will.”
Luella smiled right back at him. “Let’s see who ends up in the ground first.”
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