Winona Wallace, furious, drove everyone out and smashed a few decorative items in the office.
The agent and assistant Yvonne Holbrook standing by didn’t dare to intervene.
They had been with Winona Wallace for a long ti and knew that when the lady’s temper flared, she would throw things at others.
After venting in the office for a long ti, Winona Wallace finally got tired and slumped onto the sofa.
She rubbed her brow, thinking that if she could, she would really want to get rid of Leslie Howard right now.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"It’s Mr. Fletcher..." The agent opened the door, saw Sheila Fletcher standing outside, and quickly turned back to report.
"Let her in." Winona Wallace didn’t even lift her eyelids, her face full of disdain and anger.
She had nowhere to vent right now; she hated Leslie Howard to death, and since Leslie wasn’t here, she could only vent on her mother.
As soon as Sheila Fletcher ca in, she saw Winona Wallace frowning and holding her forehead, and a worried expression imdiately appeared on her face.
"Winona, how are you? Are you okay..."
She was about to reach out when Winona Wallace slapped her hand away.
"Stay away from , don’t pretend to be nice here! Your precious daughter is the one making my life miserable, why are you acting all concerned? Didn’t Dad tell you to get Leslie Howard to quit the crew? Ha... You went to find her, it’s been how many days now, and there’s no reaction at all!"
"I..." Sheila Fletcher’s hand showed a red mark where she was slapped by Winona Wallace earlier.
As a graceful noble lady, a fleeting resentnt flashed in Sheila Fletcher’s eyes but quickly disappeared.
"This matter is my fault, I failed in educating her. Winona, Auntie has already tried to persuade Leslie well and even personally visited the hotel where your crew is staying. But, you know, over the years, because I favored you, Leslie has beco less and less willing to listen to . This ti... she wouldn’t listen to at all..."
Winona Wallace raised an eyebrow: "Oh, so what you’re saying is, this is all my fault? Ha, your family is really funny, always eager to curry favor with my dad, willing to do anything. Now, you’ve got a son and Mrs. Wallace’s status is secure, you’re telling this is impossible and that is impossible. Sheila Fletcher, do you think too highly of yourself?
Do you believe that, with just one word from to Dad, your role as Mrs. Wallace would be over?"
When Winona Wallace said this, she wasn’t bluffing Sheila Fletcher.
She is her dad’s treasured daughter; a re woman is nothing.
The color deepened in Sheila Fletcher’s eyes, and with a submissive look, she nodded: "Yes, yes, whatever you say, Auntie will try her best to do."
"Hmph, if you had done this earlier, it wouldn’t have been a problem." Winona Wallace smirked, an expression that didn’t match her gentle and gracious image.
"I know Leslie Howard doesn’t listen to you anymore, but you’re still her mother. So, in two days, invite her out for afternoon tea and say you just want to chat. Then I’ll arrange everything for you, slip sothing into her drink.
At that ti, I’ll have soone at the hotel ready to take photos. As long as we capture her with so old man together, ha ha... let’s see how those who are stepping on to praise Leslie Howard face it."
*
"Achoo..." Leslie Howard, currently trapped in a room by David Redington, sneezed.
The two had just ended a ’workout’, still cuddling on the big bed.
Seeing the bare skin of the woman in his arms, David Redington frowned.
Wrapping her in the blanket, he gently coaxed, "Sleep a little longer, I’ll wake you up later."
[Next Chapter around midnight]
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