Chapter 509:
Wesley’s eyes cut like sharpened steel, his expression carved from granite. “Inform those old geezers the meeting will proceed as planned.”
“All right.” Felix dared not challenge the command. He could only silently pray the board members would display unprecedented wisdom today. Wesley’s volatile mood was unmistakable, and the upcoming board meeting promised to be nothing short of a battlefield.
Felix started the car.
Through the tinted window, Wesley cast one last glance at Elena’s car, his gaze as frigid as the depths of winter.
Elena’s injury had been carefully bandaged; the wound on her back was superficial—far more alarming in appearance than in actual severity.
With practiced movements, she shifted gears, turned the steering wheel, and pressed the accelerator, leaving the troublesome spot behind.
Earle’s unexpected delay had cost her precious time. By the time she finally reached the film location, Devonte had already disappeared inside.
At the entrance, a stern-faced security guard blocked her path. “This is a filming location. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed inside,” he declared flatly.
“I’m looking for Devonte,” Elena explained simply.
The guard’s eyes swept over her with undisguised contempt. He snorted disdainfully, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Another gold digger trying to snag a rich guy. You’re humiliating yourself—why not do something worthwhile with your life instead of selling yourself?”
He launched a personal attack, showing no regard for Elena whatsoever. “Do you think being pretty makes you different from other women? Let me tell you, I’ve seen plenty like you. No woman stays beautiful forever. Rich men always prefer young girls. Sometimes, they switch partners in just a few months.”
Elena’s expression darkened, and she had no interest in arguing further. She simply pulled out her phone and called Devonte. “Come to the entrance,” she said.
The guard, a weathered man in his fifties, mistook her calm for an act. “Young lady, stop pretending. You think this will get you inside? No way. You won’t get in today. Do you know who Mr. Blake is? He’s a big shot in film investment. Plenty of beauties want to hook up with him, and you…”
He hesitated momentarily, reluctantly acknowledging that Elena was indeed more striking than most women who tried to get in. He quickly recovered and continued his unsolicited lecture. “You might look decent, but looks won’t pay the bills. Nowadays, with so many cosmetic surgery clinics, you must have spent a fortune on your face. Young women these days just love to splurge, not understanding how hard it is to earn money. Your parents work themselves to the bone, only for you to squander their hard-earned cash. Alas, you really don’t know how to be grateful to them.”
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Elena’s eyes flashed with disdain. “How does others’ choice of spending money concern you? Just because you can’t earn it yourself, you assume everyone else is as incompetent as you?”
Casting aside his baseless accusations about cosmetic surgeries, her assets were more than enough to secure her comfort for generations. She certainly didn’t need anyone—least of all this presumptuous guard—to lecture her on how to manage them.
Besides, her father was Alexander. Even if she spent recklessly, Alexander wouldn’t bat an eye. He would simply transfer more funds to her account, casually asking if the amount was sufficient.
The guard, visibly struck at his most vulnerable point, immediately bristled with anger. “Who are you calling incompetent?” he snarled, face reddening. “What do you think you are? How dare you speak to me like this? Do you really think I won’t teach you a lesson?”
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