The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1420

“What?”

Adela yanked off her face mask, completely stunned. “She’s really willing to wreck such a big, profitable project just for Emily?”

Her agent nodded.

J knew this was all about Adela, and she also knew the project wouldn’t get the green light unless Adela got her way. Still, she wasn’t about to give in.

“If she’s not going to agree, why bother coming to Apex Mediaworks?” Adela asked, frowning in confusion.

“No idea.” The agent looked just as lost, trying to reassure her. “If she says no, she says no. If the project gets scrapped, it’ll only make Emily miserable. It won’t touch you.”

“True.”

Just thinking about that made Adela feel a lot better.

This was only the beginning. From here on out, she was going to knock Emily off her pedestal, step by step. She’d take her place at the top, right beside Kenneth. One day, she’d make Kenneth notice her, maybe even fall for her.

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Somewhere else in the city,

a black sedan cut through traffic, speeding along the highway. Inside, Kemp sat in his suit, shoulders stiff, looking totally drained. The mood in the car was tense.

“She’s at Apex Mediaworks, right?”

“Yes, Mr. Kemp,” his assistant answered. “But we tried reaching out to J, and she doesn’t want to see us.”

“Step on it.”

Kemp pinched his brow, face all twisted up with stress. “What’s Adela doing now? She’s only been in the business for a year, and I’ve handled more problems for her than I can count.”

Past mistakes were one thing. This time, she’d managed to piss off J. Not good.

“Don’t worry, sir.”

His assistant’s voice was low and calm. “I checked. Adela’s here too. We’ll have her apologize to J herself, smooth things over.”

“He’s here.”

Pam gasped for air, taking a moment before she could speak clearly. “Adela’s dad just showed up at Apex Mediaworks.”

“What?”

Emily’s orange slipped from her hand onto the floor. She shot up, bristling. “Why, did he come here to cause trouble?”

Clearly, Adela had figured out that Charlotte was about to play her trump card. She must’ve called her dad in to put pressure on the company.

“Somebody downstairs said he wants to see J face to face,” Pam explained. She’d run into some coworkers and passed along the message without stopping to ask all the details.

“Fine. Let him.”

Emily stood up, rolled up her sleeves, and clenched her fists. “Let’s see what he thinks he can do.”

If he thought he could push Charlotte around, he’d have to go through her first.