Chapter 705: Chapter 705



“Fannie, I agree to what you wanted to discuss. You can leave now!” Fannie’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. Sometimes, Bobby’s formidable reputation proved extremely advantageous.

“Thank you, then.”

“Hold on a moment,” Bobby interjected smoothly, sauntering into the room with his hands in his pockets. “Weren’t we supposed to have a drink together? How can we possibly discuss anything properly without a little drink?”

He took the wine bottle with a sly grin and teased, “How about we see if you can handle it all in one go?”

The director hesitated, looking into Bobby’s gaze. “Mr. Kelly, this wine is rather strong.”

“Oh, is that so?” Bobby replied nonchalantly, his smirk widening.

Under the weight of Bobby’s intimidating stare, the director had no choice but to down the entire bottle.

Discover your escape on g aln ov el s .com Afterward, the three entered the elevator. Fannie purposely maintained a gap between herself and the others, not wanting to get too close.

“So, does it only take a sliver of bravery to be an agent now? Sneaking into a man’s room at midnight… Judie, did your last agent make such risky moves for you?” Bobby asked pointedly.

Judie shook her head. “No. We artists would never expect such outrageous things from anyone.”

Her eyes darted past Bobby, locking onto Fannie with a concerned frown. “Fannie, something tells me Selma’s scheming something sinister. She’s probably tricked you into coming here!”

Feeling a surge of protectiveness, Fannie responded with confidence, “Even if you hadn’t interrupted, I would have handled the situation perfectly on my own.”

“And how exactly? By sleeping with him?”

“Bobby, keep your repulsive thoughts to yourself,” Fannie retorted sharply.

Bobby wheeled around to face her, his eyes intense. “Don’t act as if you’re oblivious to the director’s shady intentions.”

“So what if I am?” Fannie shot back, her voice steady but challenging.

Bobby’s face tightened, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he pondered the dire possibilities had he been a moment later. He knew Fannie claimed she could handle things, but her past encounters—like the time she had been forcibly dragged into the men’s restroom—suggested otherwise.

As the tension in the elevator thickened, Judie sensed the brewing storm and quickly made her escape as the doors slid open.

Bobby, frustrated, slammed his hand against the button to close the doors. When someone outside attempted to enter, he snapped fiercely, “Take the next one!”

Fannie maintained her composure, refusing to be intimidated. “Direct your anger at me, not at others.”

“Really? Direct it at you? If you’re so capable, why just an agent? You ought to be a superhero.”

Her face flushed with a rush of heat at his mocking tone. Temporarily losing her composure, she swung her hand at his cheek. Just as her hand almost grazed his skin, Bobby captured her wrist with a swift, firm grip, cornering her with a gentle but unyielding push.

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