The originally sensational wedding of Leah Thorne and Justin Xavier made all the actresses in the entertainnt industry green with envy. After all, the ultimate goal of female stars is to marry into a wealthy family, and they had long been jealous of Leah.
Now that Leah and Justin have officially torn faces, everyone is watching the show, so they all want to take this opportunity to mock and insult.
Leah’s pen paused for a mont; this morning she saw the news that the stock price of Xavier Corp was quickly stabilized after a period of fluctuation. Justin Xavier, this business giant, once again demonstrated his ironclad tactics and remarkable power.
As for those external rumors of him being a sexual predator and deviant, he didn’t pay them any mind. Clearly, these are trivial matters to him, nothing more than gossip and jokes for others over tea and als.
Leah had no expression as she continued to copy her script, hoping to enhance her mory; otherwise, it would be difficult for her to continue filming "Fleeting Life."
Acting is her passion, and she wants to do her best with what little passion she has left.
Just then, a deep, magnetic voice ca from above her head with a hint of a smile, "What are you writing?"
The pen in Leah’s hand suddenly stopped and froze. The voice was too familiar to her to mistake—it’s Justin Xavier!
Justin Xavier had arrived.
He actually ca to the set.
Leah looked up, and Justin Xavier’s handso face broke into her view. Today he was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with a deep blue coat on top, adding a touch of noble elegance to his casual, fashionable ensemble, making him look exceptionally young and dashing.
Leah gazed up at him with her small, palm-sized face and paused.
At this mont, Mada Goldie ca running with a hot water cup, "Mr. Xavier..."
A few black-clad bodyguards arrived, lifting a few of the gossiping actresses, "Who was badmouthing Mrs. Xavier just now?"
The actresses, who had never encountered such a scene before, were scared stiff, "Her! It’s her!"
Slap.
Slap slap.
The black-clad bodyguard slapped the actress who mocked Leah twice.
Director Wright ca running upon hearing the news, "Mr. Xavier, what brings you here?"
The personal secretary looked at Director Wright, "Director Wright, how can the ’Fleeting Life’ crew tolerate gossipmongers? For harmony’s sake, our president believes they should be removed."
Director Wright broke into a cold sweat, imdiately nodding, "Alright, Mr. Xavier is right, Mr. Xavier is reasonable, we will all listen to Mr. Xavier."
The expressions of those actresses changed; they had fought tooth and nail to get into the crew, hoping for the show’s success to bask in the rewards. But Justin Xavier wants them kicked out.
The reason being, they uttered a few words against Leah?
"Mr. Xavier..." The actresses cried in fear and tried to plead, but the bodyguards swiftly escorted them out.
Director Wright watched this unfold; this was indeed how Justin Xavier operated—strong and forceful.
"Director Wright, our president’s wife is a bit tired recently and might need so ti to adjust, thank you for everyone’s hard work. It’s about alti now, and our president will treat everyone to a al."
The mont the personal secretary finished speaking, people ca streaming in with the food.
The entire crew watched; those gossiping actresses had been taken away before their eyes, destined to disappear in the entertainnt world. Initially, everyone thought Leah had severed ties with the wealthy family due to the wedding incident, but who would know that Mr. Xavier ca today to back her up, directly calling her ’Mrs. Xavier’.
The mbers of the crew, being perceptive, realized that Mr. Xavier was deeply enamored with Leah, and none dared to offend Leah again.
"It’s not hard work; it’s what we should do."
"Thank you, Mr. Xavier, thank you, Mrs. Xavier."
"Wow, this is divine kitchen cuisine. Usually, you can’t even get a reservation. It looks so delicious."
The atmosphere quickly ward up, and Leah, as ’Mrs. Xavier,’ received heaps of flattery.
Leah put down her pen and looked at Justin Xavier, frowning slightly.
Justin Xavier wasn’t involved in the previous events; not even a hint of movent in his handso brow. His gaze remained on Leah’s palm-sized, charming face, "Read your script later; have a al first."
The personal secretary brought over the food, "Madam, these are made by the chef under the president’s order, all your favorites."
Leah glanced at it, "I have no appetite..."
"Leah, you can quarrel with , but you must eat, otherwise, do you want to feed you?" Justin Xavier interrupted her.
Argue?
So her wedding scene was nothing more than a ’quarrel’ in his eyes.
Leah genuinely feared he would feed her, so she accepted the chopsticks and quietly began eating.
The personal secretary brought a chair, and Justin Xavier took a seat, elegantly crossing his long legs as he began reading a financial newspaper.
His face sported refined, gold-rimd glasses, and the mature allure and elite aura of this man were intrinsic, especially his cool and ascetic deanor, which made the actresses on the crew secretly glance at him, making the claim of being a deviant both frightening and blush-inducing.
As Leah ate, Justin Xavier was next to her, accompanying her while reading the paper.
Leah truly had little appetite, managing barely half a bowl before putting the chopsticks down. She looked at the man beside her, "Mr. Xavier, I’m finished."
Justin Xavier glanced up from the financial newspaper at the food left on her plate. Her small consumption made him frown slightly in displeasure. Quickly, he set down his financial newspaper and stood, "If you’re done, then let’s go."
"Go? Where to?"
"Since you made a scene at the wedding, we won’t hold it for now, but I’ll make it up to you later. For now, let’s go to the civil affairs bureau to get the marriage license."
Go to the civil affairs bureau to get a marriage license?
Leah laughed, her black, shiny eyes coldly amused as she looked at him, "Mr. Xavier, the civil affairs bureau isn’t just sothing you can stroll into. If you dare bring in there, do you believe I won’t seek help from the staff to have you caught?"
Justin Xavier raised a handso eyebrow, "You really won’t go?"
"No," Leah flatly refused.
"Alright, see what this is?" Justin Xavier unlocked his phone and handed it to Leah.
Leah glanced over, and her breath caught, pupils constricting sharply.
"Hand the phone!" Leah reached out to snatch the phone.
But Justin Xavier lifted his hand high, a faint sinister curve playing on his lips, "Consider whether you want to go get the marriage certificate."
After saying that, he turned and walked away.
"Justin Xavier!" Leah quickly stood up, knocking over the table, the script scattering all over. She chased after him, grabbing his coat sleeve forcefully, "I’ll go! Isn’t it just about getting the license? I’ll go, I’ll agree to anything you say!"
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