Chapter 673: Chapter 673



“Beg me,” Bobby taunted, his grip tightening. The imbalance of power was palpable; Fannie had no leverage, no escape.

“In your dreams! Let go or I’ll scream!” she threatened.

“Go ahead,” Bobby smirked, his expression unwavering.

Her face flushed with indignation. Fannie decided to take action. “Help!” she screamed, directing her voice toward the brightly lit area where the film crew was gathered.

Bobby, unfazed, called out in return, “Jett!”

“Help!” Fannie cried again.

“Jett!” Bobby’s voice rang out louder, drowning hers in the night air.

Fannie realized that Jett might witness the scene, and immediately stopped shouting. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her in this compromising position.

When brute force failed her, she switched tactics. “Bobby, listen—I’m not interested in you anymore. I have a boyfriend now. You can’t force me like this.”

Bobby dipped his head, his piercing gaze falling on her with intensity.

“Why not? What’s stopping me?” A wave of heat washed over Fannie, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Her pulse quickened in a way that felt all too familiar.

“Jett is my boyfriend. It would hurt him—and I can’t do that.”

“Just break up with him, darling.” Bobby’s voice was raspy, charged with fervent intensity. He had the aura of a bad boy, the kind that good girls secretly pine for.

Though Fannie knew better, part of her was irresistibly drawn to him. She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes avoiding his.

“You don’t understand. It’s impossible.”

Bobby’s cocky smile faltered slightly as his eyes locked onto hers.

“The word ‘impossible’ doesn’t exist. You don’t really like him. I can see that. You’re just too timid to end it, so let me handle it.”

A fog seemed to descend over Fannie’s mind, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind.

“Fannie?”

It was Selma’s voice calling her name. Fannie seized the moment when Bobby’s attention wavered, swiftly slipping out from under his arm.

“Fannie, where have you been?”

“Nowhere special. Is the shoot wrapped up for today?”

“Yes, it’s all done. Let’s get back to the hotel.”

“Sounds good.”

Back at the hotel, having freshened up, Selma knocked on Fannie’s door.

“Fannie, could you help me review tomorrow’s script?”

“Absolutely,” Fannie replied without hesitation. As the clock struck eleven, the echo of footsteps filled the hallway.

Selma, stifling a yawn, smiled gratefully.

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