Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 1022

“President Xyla, the receptionist told me that Mary Sullivan is here. She insists on meeting our big boss. She even threatens to stay here until you’re willing to see her.”

Xyla Quest knew that she wanted to become X Entertainment’s artist. Xyla could not believe how shameless she was.

As far as she was concerned, Mary had been rejected by countless entertainment companies other than King Entertainment.

She thought Mary was going to give up. Surprisingly, she persisted and came to X Entertainment instead.

“Ask the bodyguards to shoo her away,” Xyla ordered.

She did not want to see that ill-mannered and unruly woman.

“Okay…

“By the way, a director contacted me a few days ago, saying that he has a marvelous boy love drama for Morty Wayna and Jay Corben. The drama is called ‘Inferior’. It’s about the love story between a stage-play actor and a gangster.

“I think Morty and Jay should give it a try,” Georgie Clementine continued, “This drama is from Goose Factory. They’re planning to film it this year and air it next summer. I believe that this drama will become a big hit and further enhance their popularity.”

“Go ahead if you think that the script is good,” Xyla said.

“Oh right, I’ve tried to pump Morty and Jay for details. I guess they’re not together yet. It’s Jay who has a thing for Morty,” Georgie recounted.

Georgie paused for a few seconds before continuing, “I’ve also dropped a hint regarding the consequences if their relationship is exposed to the public. Well, I can’t guarantee that they won’t date each other, but I believe that they’ll be more careful about their words and deeds in the future.”

“Okay, good.”

Xyla massaged her forehead slowly while switching on her laptop. “I’ll talk to you later. I need to work now.”

After hanging up the phone, she put her phone aside and started to focus on her work.

***

Meanwhile, Sebastian Brenand gradually opened his eyes in an opulent bedroom and subconsciously reached for the empty spot beside him.

The blanket’s coldness spread in his palm, reminding him of the painful memories he always wanted to forget. Once again, his heart began to throb.

There were two empty bottles inside the trash can next to the bed. He had drunk another two bottles of wine after returning home last night.