Chapter 685: Chapter 685



“Who’s more handsome, Jett or me?”

Was he serious?

His childish question made her tense for no reason at all.

“Jett,” she said without hesitation.

“Hm?” Bobby moved closer again, leaning in as though challenging her answer.

Realizing what was happening, Fannie quickly shrank back and changed her response.

“You! You’re more handsome!” she blurted out.

“That’s more like it,” Bobby smirked, clearly pleased with her answer. He held out his hand, patting her head as though she were a pet.

“Bold enough to speak your mind, I like it. Your taste isn’t too bad.”

Fannie, suddenly afraid of being seen with him, seized the chance to escape, quickly turning on her heel and running away from him.

Fortunately, when she returned to her room, Jett didn’t seem to notice the flush on her face.

“It’s getting late, Fifi. Let me take you home.”

“Okay.”

Jett drove her to her apartment, and after a brief goodbye, he drove off.

But in the car trailing behind them, Bobby sat in the driver’s seat, chewing gum and watching as Jett’s car disappeared into the night.

It was a good thing Bobby hadn’t gone upstairs with Fannie. Otherwise, he would have scared Jett into a lifetime of misery.

“Why did you bring me here?” Judie asked, clearly displeased, as she sat in the passenger seat. She had been enjoying herself at the party, but Bobby had dragged her away without explanation. Neither of them had bothered to change out of their bathrobes, and now they were driving through a shabby neighborhood.

It wasn’t until she saw Fannie get out of the car and head upstairs alone that Judie realized why they were here.

“See that?” Bobby pointed out. “She went upstairs by herself. Nothing to worry about. Now, let’s head back. A lot of people are waiting for me to sing.”

“You should keep your singing voice to yourself. Last time I listened, I wanted to die,” Judie retorted, rolling her eyes.

“Tch, you just don’t appreciate art!”

“Focus on acting and do me a favor.” Bobby watched as the light in Fannie’s window turned on.

Bobby shot back, unimpressed with her criticism.

Fannie arrived at the office early the next morning and was promptly called into the conference room by her boss. As she opened the door, she was met with several familiar faces around the table.

Among them, Judie stood out. She was seated with an air of untouchable elegance, her sunglasses perched perfectly over her eyes. Judie exuded a glamour that made her impossible to ignore.

Without wasting any time, she introduced herself.

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