Villains Act Shamelessly: The Heiress was the Great National Master! Chapter 155: As Your Disciple, It’s My Duty to Serve You

Seeing that the lancholic beauty wasn’t speaking, Florence Locke, now fully adapted to modern life, directly tossed a tablet to Thea Shaw.

But the data wasn’t about that lancholic beauty; it was a handso film emperor.

Clara Tate.

In today’s entertainnt industry, where talent is sparse, he’s a film emperor who rose to fa with a single show.

In his thirties, he’s already achieved a grand slam in the entertainnt circle and is considered a top figure among the new generation of actors.

With over a hundred million followers on Weibo and countless luxury endorsents,

he’s one of the key figures in the current entertainnt industry.

If this were an entertainnt novel, he’d undoubtedly be the male lead.

As for soone like Landon Ford, he’d only be the crazy villain.

However, in reality, soone of Clara Tate’s status isn’t qualified to contend with the heir of the most powerful family; it’s just Thea Shaw’s imagination.

Clara Tate’s appearance suggests he’s the pinnacle of ordinary people—destined for wealth and prosperity, no matter what industry he pursues, he’ll beco a legend.

The information indicates Clara Tate is unmarried, but from his appearance, he seems to have a family.

Oh really?

Does such a strong film emperor still need a hidden marriage?

Given Clara Tate’s status, even if he publicly reveals he’s married, it shouldn’t affect anything, right?

But upon seeing the lancholic beauty sitting there, Thea Shaw instantly understood a lodramatic plot: "Is Clara Tate your husband?"

The lancholic beauty looked up, sowhat surprised at Thea Shaw: "How... how did you know?"

She was a bit hesitant.

Thea Shaw: "Just a guess."

Clara Tate’s hidden marriage, Florence Locke wouldn’t just randomly give him the data of a man, combined with the earlier ntion of divorce, doesn’t this make sense?

Thea Shaw was sowhat curious: "Master, why are you giving her to ?"

Florence Locke indeed showed so annoyance, even with a hint of disdain in his words: "This is Miss Julia Wyatt. The Wyatt Family and this man were originally closely affiliated. The two got married seven years ago. Miss Wyatt lived abroad for years to keep his hidden marriage a secret. This ti she ca back because of a dispute with that man, and also to visit Mr. Wyatt."

Florence Locke leaned close to Thea Shaw’s ear and whispered: "Old Master Wyatt wants them to divorce, but she doesn’t agree. Old Master Wyatt asked to take her out to relax, aning I should persuade her. If persuasion fails, then so be it. Master gives you a week to handle it. If you can’t, let her go back abroad, just don’t let her be an eyesore in front of Master."

Thea Shaw: "..."

Florence Locke wasn’t very explicit, but he outlined the main points.

Thea Shaw didn’t want to know how Florence Locke knew Old Master Wyatt; it’s probably related to her job, otherwise, she would’ve said.

Clearly, her master didn’t want to deal with this matter, hence sending Thea Shaw.

Thea Shaw was troubled.

She’s never dealt with divorce matters; how would she know how to persuade?

But Florence Locke’s dislike for Julia Wyatt was too obvious to ignore.

No matter what was going on with Clara Tate, Florence Locke was inherently a State Preceptor from the Won’s Respect Country, always believing n are inferior to won. Divorce, and there’s another. Worse cos to worst, have several at once. Julia Wyatt’s refusal to divorce touched Florence Locke’s nerve, making him feel she lost face for won.

No wonder she didn’t want to handle such matters.

Thea Shaw felt awkward: "Master, I’m just a fortune teller, persuading a divorce also..."

Florence Locke: "Old Master Wyatt gave a 5 million deposit, and if it succeeds, another 10 million, Master will split 5 million with you 1,000 for yourself."

Thea Shaw clapped her hands, face serious: "Master, look at what you’re saying. As your disciple, what’s wrong with handling a task for you? I agree!"