Chapter 362

Her smile was faltering, and she quickly grabbed her purse, clearly wanting to leave before she lost her composure. But just then, a young woman in a white hoodie, jeans, and a high ponytail entered the room carrying a glass of juice.
“Natalie, thank you for coming over to congratulate me. I wanted to return the gesture.”
The girl was a newly popular starlet with a lot of buzz. Penelope recognized her from the tabloid photos with Hamilton. If she recognized her, Norton definitely did. He shot to his feet, blocking the girl’s path to Natalie. “What are you doing here?” The girl, whose name was Cheryl Sullivan, ignored Norton and looked past him at Natalie. “I’m pregnant, so I can’t drink alcohol. I hope you don’t mind.”
Natalie pushed Norton aside and fixed Cheryl with an icy stare. She turned, poured a glass of wine, and downed it in one gulp. “There. Satisfied?”
Cheryl pouted. “It seems like you’re angry with me, Natalie. Is it because I took that role from you?”
“It was fair competition. I have nothing to be angry about.”
“Oh, but I feel so guilty. I know you had a verbal agreement and were about to sign the contract. But I loved the role so much, I just happened to mention it to Hamilton. The next thing I knew, he had contacted the producers and insisted they give the part to me. He said that for me to be happy, someone else had to be unhappy, and he didn’t care who it was.”
Norton’s hands clenched into fists. “So Hamilton got you this role?”
“Oh, dear. You’re not mad at Hamilton, are you, Natalie? Surely not.”
“You Natalie said, visibly restraining herself as she forced her fists to unclench. “If you like it that much, you can have it.”
“I knew you were the most generous person, Natalie!”
A mistress being this arrogant was more than Norton could stomach, even if Natalie could. He stepped in front of her again, jabbing a finger at Cheryl’s face.
“You shameless homewrecker! You reek of garbage. Were your parents dung beetles? Did they raise you in a pile of crap?”
The insult was… potent. Penelope quietly pushed her plate away, her appetite gone.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Cheryl’s face turned white with rage.
“Not only are you a parasite, you’re a shameless one. Spouting filth all
over the
place. Crawl back to
whatever sewer you came from and
stop polluting the air!”
Cheryl bit her lip, then let out a
derisive laugh. “Natalie, that little boy toy of yours is quite handsome wonder if he’s any good in bed Does he keep you satisfied?” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ.net
“How dare you spread rumors, you—”
This time, Natalie shoved Norton aside and slapped Cheryl hard across the face.
Cheryl’s eyes widened in shock. “You hit me!”
Natalie slapped her again. “So what if I did?”
A sly look crossed Cheryl’s face. She turned and screamed toward the hallway.
“Help! Natalie is trying to make me miscarry!”
Her shouts brought the director, the
producer, and Cheryl’s agent and assistant running from the other room. The situation might have been contained, but Cheryl’s assistant shoved Natalie. Norton, seeing his idol attacked, launched himself at the assistant. The man was much bigger, and Norton quickly got a punch to the jaw for his efforts. Timothy, seeing Norton get hit, jumped in to defend him. With their
side engaged, Cheryl’s team piled in as well.

Penelope saw the chaos erupting and rolled up her sleeves. She pulled Natalie into
the fray with her. The time for talking was over. It was time to fight.
The private room descended into a full-blown brawl.