This time, Maeve didn't shoot down the proposal.
"Fine. We'll finalize the contract after the variety show concludes."
She walked out without a second glance, completely unbothered by the sheer tension she had left in her wake.
On the ride down the elevator, Murray quickly relayed the intel he had pulled up.
"That executive's full name is Eva Yeager. She's the second-in-command at Celestial."
"Evan, the golden boy they're pushing so hard, is her younger cousin."
"With his cousin pulling the strings, he monopolizes the best resources in the entire company."
"According to the entertainment blogs, he has at least twelve major projects lined up."
"All of them are S-tier productions, starring alongside veteran, critically acclaimed actors."
"But there's something else you definitely wouldn't have guessed. This Eva Yeager..."
Before Murray could finish his sentence, Maeve delivered the punchline.
"She's Barton Grover's mistress, isn't she?"
Murray blinked in surprise. "How did you figure that out?"
Maeve offered a simple, matter-of-fact answer.
"Her facial features. She doesn't have the destiny of a legal wife."
"It's the classic physiognomy of a homewrecker—the highly competitive, grasping kind."
"As for why it's Barton Grover, that's basic deduction."
"Shawn's agent mentioned Evan had the Grovers backing him, not just his cousin."
"That means everyone at the agency secretly knows exactly who is bankrolling Eva."
"Out of the Grover brothers, the only one who fits her age bracket and moves in these specific business circles is Barton. There's no other logical candidate."
Murray looked at her with pure admiration.

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