Chapter 688: Chapter 688



“What?” The boss exclaimed, his heart racing.

“We absolutely cannot risk upsetting Mr. Kelly!” The assistant’s voice trembled as she spoke, clearly shaken.

The boss turned to Fannie, his hands clasped together in a desperate plea. “Fannie, please, we need to figure something out!”

Fannie stared at her boss, her suspicions crystallizing. Judie and Bobby had set a trap for her, and her boss, knowingly or unknowingly, had pushed her straight into it.

“If you want to make a fuss about it, go ahead!” she snapped, her patience thinning.

What she hadn’t anticipated was that Bobby was waiting across the street, ready to play his part in the drama. After ending his call with Judie, Bobby stepped out of his car, his expression set on one thing—creating chaos.

“Why didn’t you sign up my sweetheart?” Bobby asked, cutting straight to the heart of the matter, fully aware of what he was doing.

Fannie felt a wave of disgust rise within her as she watched her boss grovel in front of Bobby.

“Take your sweetheart back home, Bobby. This isn’t a playground for your antics,” she said firmly, her voice unwavering.

“Bobby! You’re finally here!” Judie rushed toward him, her high heels clicking on the floor as she dramatically wiped tears from her face.

Bobby held her, but he kept a deliberate distance between them, his eyes scanning the room as if savoring the scene. “Why are you crying? I’m here now. To support you.” But his gaze never left Fannie, as though he were daring her to react.

Though Fannie kept a composed expression, her blood boiled. She wouldn’t let them walk all over her.

With steely determination, she strode toward Bobby, her voice low but cutting. “We need to talk.”

An amused smirk tugged at Bobby’s lips. “Are you talking to me?”

“Who else do you think?” Fannie retorted, her voice steady but sharp.

“I think I can’t go along with that attitude.”

Fannie wasn’t about to indulge him. With a sudden burst of strength—surprising even herself—she grabbed Bobby’s shirt and dragged him into the empty meeting room.

She released him and, without a second thought, hissed through clenched teeth, “What the hell do you want?”

“Nothing complicated. Sign Judie and be her agent.” Bobby’s tone was casual, but the intent was clear.

Fannie sneered, her eyes narrowing. “Aren’t you afraid I’d make her shoot adult films?”

Bobby raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her response. “Would you?”

“Of course,” Fannie replied, crossing her arms defiantly. “I’m an agent, after all. She may be your girlfriend, but she’s just another artist to me.”

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