Chapter 680:
Rage and panic twisted together until she lost control. She rushed into the room, screaming at the screen with wild desperation.
“Wait! Who gave you the right to replace me?! What did I stir up? The real problem is Rylie! Haven’t you seen the news? She’s the one who destroyed Zander’s throat and slept with her sponsor — that filthy little—”
“Ainsley! Enough! Out!” Felice’s face hardened with fury, her voice cracking like a whip as she tried to cut off Ainsley’s reckless outburst.
Ainsley had completely lost control. She jabbed her finger wildly at the screen, her voice shrill and cutting, dripping with grievance and rage.
“Is it Deandre? For that worthless plaything, Rylie, he dares to mix business with personal grudges and use his authority to crush me? How is this fair? I demand to speak with Felix! He’s an upstanding person, and he would never permit his brother to act with such recklessness! Do you not fear that persecuting a hardworking actress like me will chill the hearts of every partner who works with you?”
Her words tumbled out faster and sharper, her agitation mounting as she threw herself deeper into the role of victim, tears spilling freely down her cheeks.
“If the Owen Group tolerates such conduct from their own blood, and is willing to destroy an innocent actress’s future for the sake of a whore, then I want nothing to do with such endorsements or collaborations! But I will demand justice!”
The office descended into a suffocating silence.
Felice sat frozen, trembling with rage, the color of her face shifting as Ainsley’s tirade echoed in the room.
At that moment, the darkened screen flickered back to life.
The video call had reconnected, but this time it was Felix himself on the other end.
His expression was like a storm barely contained, his presence so forceful that even through the screen it pressed down on Ainsley, suffocating her bravado. Her tirade faltered, her voice shaking as she forced out, “Mr. Owen, please… please stand up for me.”
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“Stand up for you?” Felix’s fingers drummed slowly against the desk, each tap carrying the weight of suppressed fury. His voice was low and steady, but it burned with restrained menace.
Ainsley’s confidence cracked, her words tumbling out in broken stammers. “Yeah… of course…”
“Shut up!”
Felice shook violently, her hand pressing against her stomach as she cast aside all dignity and shouted,
“Listen clearly! Deandre never kept a secret lover. Rylie is his sister, the only daughter of the Owen family!”
Her furious outcry struck Ainsley like a thunderclap, leaving her ears buzzing and her thoughts in chaos.
She found herself unable to process what had just been revealed.
Rylie was not Deandre’s lover but his sister.
All this time, she had mistaken the Owen family’s daughter for a rival and had even dared to insult her directly.
Felix, his face unreadable, said, “Mrs. Crawford, I believe it is necessary to reconsider every collaboration with Evergreen Media Works.”
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