The CEO's Billion Dollar Bride-Chapter 22 - 23. A story of an extra person
Chapter 22: 23. A story of an extra person
Chapter 22: 23. A story of an extra person
“Allure International?”
The man squinted at her, his already small eyes narrowing into slits as he sized Ivy Aretha up and down.
“Yes, Allure International!” Ivy Aretha boldly looked at him, waiting for him to give her an answer.
As she asked the question, Ivy Aretha’s heart was in her throat. If Michael Gordon was even willing to cooperate with such scum that could be recognized at first glance, she somewhat regretted giving birth to such a lovely woman for him, even though he didn’t know it.
“Little girl, you’ve got a big appetite, wanting to sign with Allure International right after your debut?”
The man looked at her with a strange gleam in his eyes, then took a step toward Ivy Aretha and reached out to touch her face. “But your looks are indeed worthy of such an appetite!”
With a “slap,” Ivy Aretha ruthlessly swatted away the man’s hand before it touched her cheek.
The man’s sleazy smiling face instantly darkened, and his fat eyes, barely visible, looked incredulously at Ivy Aretha: “You dare to hit me? A girl who hasn’t even debuted yet dares to hit me? Do you know who I am?”
In his eyes, even if Ivy Aretha’s face was stunning enough to captivate a nation, she was still a newcomer.
For a newcomer to raise her hand against a famous director like him wasn’t exactly considered “raising her hand,” but rather “returning the favor.”
No artist had ever dared to refuse his requests until now, except Lina Miller.
Although Lina Miller was aloof, she had already become an A-list actress. But Ivy Aretha was different, she hadn’t even appeared on the big screen, where did she get the courage to resist him?
“Sir, I didn’t hit you, and I wouldn’t dare hit you!” As Ivy Aretha saw him looking ready to teach her a lesson, she laughed lightly, “I just wanted to remind you that not every woman is suitable for you to touch, and I happen to be one of those unsuitable ones!”
Having said that, Ivy Aretha turned to leave, knowing from his tone that he was probably not associated with Michael Gordon. If he were, he would have agreed immediately and then discussed terms with her, rather than making a move on her.
For some reason, Ivy felt in a good mood after learning this fact!
But just as Ivy was about to take a step after turning around, her hand was suddenly grabbed and forcefully yanked back. Caught off guard, she stumbled and fell straight into a wall.
“Hiss…”
Ivy’s elbow collided with the wall without any warning, pain instantly flooding her, and the high heels she was wearing snapped with a clear dislocation sound…
When Michael Gordon finished getting the scoop on the guests of tonight’s signing banquet, he subconsciously looked for Ivy Aretha, who he had thrown into a group of insane women earlier. However, as soon as his eyes swept that direction, there was nothing but a wave of empty space and familiar faces all gone.
Where’s she?
Michael suddenly wondered if these madwomen had eaten her alive.
These women, who had not become famous after years in the industry, were indeed difficult to deal with: no looks, no acting skills, and most importantly, no self-awareness. They were always looking for shortcuts, and would pounce on him like madmen as soon as they saw him.
He didn’t even want to deal with them anymore. It was because he knew he would encounter these flies that he threw Ivy Aretha over to them. One reason was to see if she had any ability in this area, and the other was to put a damper on her arrogant attitude.
But unexpectedly, the moment he looked away, both Ivy and the crazies vanished. Maybe Ivy said something she shouldn’t have, and this group of madwomen had taken her out to gang up on her.
With that thought, Michael’s heart began to race, and his eyes swept anxiously across the banquet hall of hundreds of attendees, failing to spot even a flicker of Ivy Aretha’s silhouette.
Michael couldn’t stay calm any longer.
He searched for Ivy Aretha’s figure among the guests, one by one, only to realize how familiar her silhouette had become, deeply imprinted in his mind like a mark.
He could tell with just a glance at their backs who wasn’t her amid the coming and going crowd of women.
Michael Gordon strode forward, parting the throng, but still didn’t catch sight of Ivy. Instead, he ran into another familiar face, only to realize upon looking up that this person was someone he had just seen before. With his excellent memory, he recognized her as one of the third-tier celebrities who had cornered him and Ivy earlier.
Amber Ruan, a third-tier celebrity who had never made it big after years in the industry. While others had graduated from being a “jade girl” to a goddess, she had gone from a girl straight to being a shrew.
Michael instinctively wanted to avoid her, not wanting to get entangled with this low-quality woman who dreamed of having a refined image. But after taking only one step, another idea replaced his previous thoughts.
He had just tossed Ivy Aretha to them, and she was still standing there elegantly, while Ivy had disappeared. So she must know where Ivy went.
“Miss Ruan, do you know where Miss Aretha, who was just discussing signing with you, has gone?”
Michael Gordon looked at her with a gentle smile, thinking that the woman would get excited and pounce on him to ask about the signing, but to his surprise…
Amber Ruan smiled elegantly at Michael Gordon and gave a light nod, “Mr. Gordon, hello!”
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The greeting was like they had just met, as if what happened earlier hadn’t occurred at all. This contrived image was clearly fake.
But it was still better than dealing with madwomen.
Did Ivy Aretha say something to them? Was it to encourage them to seduce him? This behavior was…
“Miss Ruan, do you know where Miss Aretha, who was just with you, has gone?”
“Miss Aretha?” Hearing Michael Gordon’s words, Amber Ruan smiled faintly and then casually replied, “I saw her leave a while ago; she might have gone to the bathroom!”
After finishing her sentence, her face stiffened with a smile. In order to sign with Allure International and have a perfect first impression, Amber Ruan had given her all.
Seeing her ultimate crush, Michael Gordon, she wanted nothing more than to pounce on him, but for the sake of her own future, she had to hold back for the time being. In order to reel in the biggest fish, she had to maintain this flawless image.
Gone to the bathroom?
Michael Gordon’s attractive eyebrows furrowed. How long had it been?
Did going to the bathroom really take that long? She was a woman and didn’t have a urinary condition. This hesitancy, could it be that…
There were too many unpredictable things in this day and age, especially in places like this. With her looks, she might be mistaken for…
Michael Gordon dared not think further. A bad feeling suddenly came over him, and in the next moment, he headed for the bathroom.
