Venisha was at a loss for words.
She was well aware that a woman like her could only rely on her body to get the attention of someone like Jermaine.
However, it was one thing to be aware of it internally but another to have it so blatantly pointed out in public.
Unable to tolerate this manner of humiliation, Venisha shoved Jermaine away and rushed out of the cafe while wiping the tears from her eyes.
After Venisha left, Jermaine straightened his clothes as if nothing had happened. He then turned on his heel and was about to leave.
However, Donald called out to him, “Mr. Zogby, you've yet to tell me if you've succeeded in blacklisting me.”
Donald smirked at Jermaine and looked at him as if he were a clown.
“Listen here, you brat!” said Jermaine grimly. “I don't know what sh*t you've pulled, but I swear that the Zogby family is more powerful than you think. I'd suggest not burning your bridges too soon!”
“Goodness, you still want to run into me again in the future?” asked Donald in surprise. “I don't think that's necessary. After all, we don't even like each other.”
Jermaine snorted and turned around to leave the cafe in a huff.
Weston looked visibly relieved, but Ronson looked at Donald and said, “You didn't have to do that for me. I've long stopped caring about Venisha. I don't think it's worth letting my personal problems affect the production of this film.”
Donald rolled his eyes at Ronson and retorted, “Don't think too highly of yourself. I simply dislike people like Jermaine. Now that that's sorted, I still have some other stuff to take care of later tonight. I'll leave you to figure out how to entertain yourselves.”
After Donald went to the counter to pay the bill, he promptly left the cafe and got into a black car that was waiting for him outside.
Billy and the Dark Crows had been waiting for him for some time now.
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