Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 951: Moll Scott, I think you really need to be put in order

Chapter 951: Chapter 951: Moll Scott, I think you really need to be put in order

"What’s wrong with me?" David Locke smirked.

Mary Scott glared at him, "The production team will soon leave for the capital to record the rest of the show, don’t mess around."

"I privately believe you’re the one who started it first." David Locke didn’t let go of Mary Scott, leisurely gazing into her eyes as he spoke.

Mary Scott thought for a moment, and it seemed to be true. Even if she started it, she didn’t expect things to develop in this direction. She looked embarrassed, "Let’s talk about this later, let’s pack our bags first, otherwise, we might be late." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"Alright, but when we get back, you have to give me a chance to prove myself." The more anxious Mary Scott became, the less hurried David Locke was, speaking leisurely.

Hearing this, Mary Scott sensed danger. What did he mean by giving him a chance to prove himself? Despite trying to control her thoughts, the irritating thing underneath her distracted her imagination, and images of them together flashed through her mind, prompting her to involuntarily lick her dry lips, "Your leg hasn’t fully healed."

"So, you’re agreeing?" Embracing Mary Scott, breathing in her unique fragrance, David Locke, already out of control with desire, saw her licking her lips and felt a rush of heat, his voice deepening with a husky undertone.

Mary Scott was a bit annoyed, finding him annoying; she had said so much, yet he still pursued relentlessly, glaring at David Locke in dissatisfaction.

David Locke finally got the hint, burying his face into Mary Scott’s chest, laughing softly, making Mary Scott unable to resist and having to push him off. He then lifted his head, biting Mary’s ear as he whispered, "Hm, I’ll devote myself to learning before my leg heals, to give you an unforgettable night as a way to wash away the disgrace."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Mary Scott was flustered, coughing lightly for quite a while before turning to look at the man beside her, seeing him speaking such ruffian words with such calmness, making her feel defeated and embarrassed, she gathered her courage and said, "Sure, I’m looking forward to it."

The air froze for a few seconds after that.

David Locke came back to his senses, looking at her, suddenly gritting his teeth, "Moll Scott, you really need to be taught a lesson."

With that said, David Locke lowered his head and fiercely kissed Mary Scott’s lips, his hands no longer behaving themselves.

Mary Scott began to panic, realizing she had gone too far, struggling to escape David Locke’s embrace, yet worried about meeting his leg. In her haste, a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead as the irritated man’s big hand continued to explore beneath her garment, teasing every nerve.

Just then, a sudden sound of footsteps came from outside, and Mary Scott, her nerves highly sensitive, realized they were heading toward her room. She could almost guess who it was, looking with tear-filled eyes at David Locke, pleading silently for mercy.

But the man half-holding her was clearly too provoked, indifferent to the footsteps outside, and Mary Scott’s imploring eyes, instead using his distinct fingers to unbutton her clothes, his voice filled with desire, "Seeing how eager you are, I can’t let you wait too long. At least let me give you some interest first, huh?"

"Mmm, no... don’t mmm..."

Mary Scott trembled in her refusal, but the next moment her lips were kissed again, her body was set ablaze by David Locke’s fingers, the heat making her restless, her face flushed, while the footsteps outside grew nearer.

The thought of Lambert Norman kicking open her door the other day made Mary Scott’s nerves tighten to the extreme, reaching an unprecedented sensitivity just as the footsteps stopped at her door.

That impending tension snapped under David Locke’s wandering hands, and she suddenly went limp in his arms, letting out a heavy low moan.

David Locke looked at her with a momentary surprise, then laughed teasingly with joy, as Mary Scott clung to his neck, slumping in his arms, wishing she could bury her head completely out of sight, but the person outside didn’t let her wishful thinking come true, knocking on the door after noticing it was closed, then Mia Anderson’s voice followed, "Mary, are you ready?"

Mary Scott wanted to respond, but as soon as she opened her mouth, all that came was a hoarse post-pleasure voice, so she simply closed it and looked at David Locke.

David Locke, in a great mood, finally went easy on Mary Scott, instructing the person outside, "You go ahead, I’ll bring her down shortly."

"Ah, alright," Mia Anderson, not expecting it to be Director Locke’s voice, shivered a bit and quickly agreed, but felt strange inside. Why didn’t Mary answer? Was she trying to scare her with Director Locke? Moreover, why did Director Locke’s voice sound odd?

Though curious and speculative, Mia Anderson, after the last huge embarrassment, dared not be reckless again and turned downstairs.

Mary Scott finally breathed a deep sigh of relief after hearing Mia Anderson’s footsteps fade away. However, her previous actions left her eyes overflowing with moisture, even more enticing than before. David Locke wasn’t willing to let go and kissed her deeply again for quite a while before releasing her, seeing her pleading look.

Finally standing up and getting a reprieve, Mary Scott sighed inwardly but felt ashamed again thinking about her body’s reaction earlier. The mischievous smirk lingering on the man’s lips beside her made her want to find a hole to hide in.

But she couldn’t since the production team was about to leave. She could only give David Locke a hateful look and hurriedly went to pack her things, finding he’d already organized everything together for her, leaving only packing to do.

Regardless, by the time they reached the restaurant, everyone else was already there. Seeing them leisurely arrive, with Mary Scott’s face still sporting a trace of a rosy flush, they all gave some meaningful glances.

Simon Baker subconsciously glanced at David Locke’s leg, inwardly admiring his tenacity despite his injuries.

Stella Murray sat opposite Simon Baker, noticed his reaction, turned back to look at Mary Scott and her partner, and exclaimed surprisedly, "Mary, why is your face red? Did you catch a cold yesterday?" Then, thinking of something else, added, "Hey, you were fine during the meeting!"

"Cough, cough..." Beside her, James Jerome was eating porridge and started choking at Stella Murray’s words, coughing violently.

Others wore expressions that were hard to describe.

Stella Murray finally realized her blunder, awkwardly shoving some bread into her mouth.

This only made things more awkward, especially as everyone noticed Lambert Norman, sitting in the far corner, radiating an even colder aura, leaving Stella Murray with no choice but to look to James Jerome for help.

James Jerome was still coughing and didn’t pick up Stella Murray’s plea, so Simon Baker had to awkwardly smile, "The heating in this hotel is quite strong. Miss Scott probably wore too much and got overheated."

But Simon Baker’s words only froze the restaurant’s atmosphere again because, in the rush of switching hotels last night, this hotel’s amenities were far inferior to the previous one, not to mention the restaurant or even the rooms’ heating. People didn’t know what to say to Simon Baker’s statement.

As the protagonist, Mary Scott wished she could find a hole to hide in. Were these people doing it on purpose?

Meanwhile, Mia Anderson, who had initially gone upstairs to call Mary but was instead answered by David Locke, found the whole situation strange, and now feeling guilty, she shrank back, afraid of being questioned.

Mia Anderson’s guilty response seemed to indirectly prove that the two latecomers really did do something wrong.

Mary Scott, "..."

She was utterly doomed!

Mary Scott ate breakfast as if her body was on fire, constantly feeling as though everyone was looking at her with deep meaning.

After breakfast, the production team headed to Anson City.

Compared to last night, this morning saw fewer journalists blocking their path, and the production team faced no obstacles, making everything smooth.

As for the online gossip, with Adam Piers and Zoe Thatcher both waking up to report they were safe on Twitter, Muse Entertainment’s timely response, and the heat detoured by Charlotte Leigh’s scandal, things gradually calmed down.

Meanwhile, Charlotte Leigh’s scandal continued to gain traction, spiraling ever more out of control with the public’s interest.

Previously, she had been heavily promoted by Starlight Entertainment, snatching many resources from similar actresses. While she played the innocent outside, she was domineering secretly, leading many to kick her while she was down.

This made it difficult for her public relations to catch up, and some of the dirt was too solid and serious to counter, ruining her reputation almost overnight.

Many actors, producers, and directors who had collaborated with her previously wished to distance themselves as much as possible.

Charlotte Leigh hadn’t slept at all, consumed by frustration. She finally got through to Jocelyn Spencer, who bluntly told her that the company was helpless at this point.

Previously, Charlotte Leigh had Starlight Entertainment’s support, and although she was anxious and fearful, she still held a glimmer of hope. After all, she had a close relationship with someone high up in the company, otherwise, Jocelyn Spencer wouldn’t have always indulged her. Now that Jocelyn Spencer delivered such news, Charlotte Leigh truly panicked, "Miss Spencer, you can’t just give up on me like this. I’m the company’s leading actress, if I’m truly ruined, the company also suffers losses, doesn’t it? And Mr. Godffrey..."

"What I conveyed was Mr. Godffrey’s intention." Jocelyn Spencer said, enduringly interrupting Charlotte Leigh as soon as she mentioned Starlight’s Mr. Godffrey.

Charlotte Leigh was dumbfounded, gripping her phone with a slight tremor, not quite believing Jocelyn Spencer’s words, "Miss Spencer, you must be joking. How could Mr. Godffrey do this to me? I and Mr. Godffrey..."

"Whether you believe it or not isn’t important. Our company hasn’t been unkind to you all these years. Take care." With that, Jocelyn Spencer directly hung up the phone. Having to face such troublesome affairs on the Third Day of the Lunar New Year was upsetting, and upon considering higher-ups’ instructions, she dialed Mary Scott.

After being hung up on, Charlotte Leigh stared blankly at her blacked-out screen. Having been smooth-sailing and accustomed to success these past two years, she never expected to be discarded so brutally. Moreover, Jocelyn Spencer’s previous attitude was now so devoid of the kindness once shown, as if their years of relationship were all fake.

Even though Charlotte Leigh had experienced human warmth and coldness in the industry, she was all shivers at this moment. She unwillingly tried calling Mr. Godffrey again, but the line showed as busy each time, making her realize she’d been blacklisted, and with deep anger, she tried calling Jocelyn Spencer, only to find she was also in a call.

Desperate, Charlotte Leigh called Spencer’s assistant and found out that the call was indeed ongoing, with none other than Mary Scott.

In an instant, Charlotte Leigh was stunned. Why would Jocelyn Spencer contact Mary Scott at this time?

Growing anxious, she pressed Spencer’s assistant further, who awkwardly hesitated, and Charlotte Leigh suddenly had a thought, "Could it be that Miss Spencer is seeking to renew the contract with Mary Scott?"

The assistant on the other end, realizing the implication, hurriedly hung up, afraid Charlotte Leigh would be upset with them.

Charlotte Leigh couldn’t believe that Jocelyn Spencer would reach out to renew Mary Scott’s contract at this time, her sleepless face twisting in embarrassment. She had spent years working hard, attending countless social dinners, becoming the leading actress favored by Starlight Entertainment, but now Mary Scott, just by associating with Director Locke, might completely replace her?

No wonder Jocelyn Spencer would so easily abandon her!

Jealousy, hatred, and the defeat she felt at Mary Scott’s hands over the years surged within her, making her want to grind her teeth into dust.

Clutching her phone tightly, Charlotte Leigh was immersed in overwhelming hatred. Then, the phone clutched so tightly suddenly vibrated, numbing her palm and snapping her back to reality. Seeing the number, she frowned and answered it, "What? Have you also come to laugh at me?"

Though her tone was unpleasant, Reporter Emerson on the other end didn’t mind, chuckling, "Oh, my dear Miss Leigh, who dared to upset you?"

Charlotte Leigh sneered, "Wouldn’t you know better than anyone else about my current situation?"

"Alright, since you’re not in the mood, I’ll cut to the chase. I’ve investigated those who exposed you; indeed, someone significant is behind it, and I speculate it might be Director Locke. Did you provoke Mary Scott recently?" Reporter Emerson, having dealt with Charlotte Leigh for years, understood her personality, knowing he had to offer something enticing for her to listen.

"So it’s that bitch!" Charlotte Leigh spat venomously upon hearing it. She had suspected as much; why else would her dirt be revealed so thoroughly, and now to find out Mary Scott was behind it again? The thought that Mary Scott manipulated David Locke for revenge each time, ostensibly innocent yet increasingly vicious, made Charlotte Leigh burn with stark hatred.

To Charlotte Leigh’s reaction, Reporter Emerson wasn’t surprised at all, grinning as he listened to her vent, waiting until she finished before lazily asking, "How do you plan to retaliate? Remember, you’re infamous now and Starlight isn’t likely to support you. Have you considered your exit strategy?"

"That bitch Jocelyn Spencer must have bad-mouthed me to Mr. Godffrey; how else would he abandon me so quickly? Once I regain my footing, she’ll suffer the consequences," Charlotte Leigh fumed at the mention of Starlight Entertainment, feeling more disgraced as she thought about the online slanders, having no fallback now. She was unwilling to see her career destroyed and sinisterly asked, "Why are you asking, do you have something?"

Reporter Emerson chuckled darkly, nodding to her perceptiveness. "I do have something, but it depends on what you can offer in return."

Listening to Emerson’s familiar tone, Charlotte Leigh knew what he was insinuating, suppressing her disgust, "What do I have now? My name, future—everything is ruined! What else do you want?"

"You know very well what I want." Reporter Emerson chuckled wickedly.

Gritting her teeth, Charlotte Leigh wasn’t new to compromising with him; enduring her revulsion, she replied, "Tell me if what you have is worth it."

The person on the other end laughed triumphantly, "Well, did you know Mary Scott’s real name is Moll Scott? I discovered some intriguing details about her family background."

Frowning, Charlotte Leigh didn’t know what he was trying to sell but patiently asked, "Go on."

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